Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Get your clothes off now,” I say.
He hops off the bed, and sheds his pants, shirt, and boxers in seconds flat. “Will that do?” he teases.
“Mmm. That’ll do just fine,” I say as I stare at his body, long enough that he flushes down his chest. Knew it. “Get up here.”
He climbs on me, straddling me, as responsive to commands as he is to being touched.
I drag my hands down his chest, through the smattering of hair. “Is this when I throw you on the mattress?”
The shudder that runs through him is ridiculously sexy.
I grab his hips, make him grind against me, his hard cock thumping against mine.
“Or maybe . . .” Adam says, then trails off. He’s so turned on he can’t speak. That won’t do.
I sit up higher. Brush my lips to his. Taunt him with a tease of a kiss, with my fingers wrapping briefly, unsatisfyingly, around his cock “You want me inside you?”
He nods, apparently wordless. That won’t work.
“You can have my cock”—I stroke him again—“when you tell me exactly what you want.”
His eyes flutter open. They glimmer with heat. “I want to ride you.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. He’s so surprising in bed, and I fucking love it. “Good.”
But first, I move him off me, and grab supplies from the nightstand drawer. I take my turn between his legs, playing with his cock, as I lube up my fingers. But I stop before I go any farther. “Tell me.”
“Open me up.” He takes in a ragged breath. “So you can fuck me.”
A tone like the press of his heels into the mattress, like the subtle shake in his arms. Like he’s desperate for it. I don’t make him wait any longer. When I’ve got him panting and moaning, I drop my face to his dick, suck on the leaking head, then sit up.
“Fuck, Derek. I’m so turned on,” he says, sounding lost in a haze.
“Good.” I kiss him, hard, then flop to my back, roll on a condom, and coat it once more with lube. “Now get on me.”
Adam complies, straddling me, his strong body rising over me, and holy hell, what a view.
He reaches for my covered cock and guides me in. Slowly, taking his time. A wince, then a blissed-out smile.
I blow out a measured breath as his heat squeezes my dick. Nice and tight. Pleasure rushes up and down my body. Everywhere.
Adam closes his eyes. He’s smiling as he rocks on me, like he wants to figure me out. It’s been a long time since someone cared enough to do that, to treat me like some kind of brand-new discovery. He swivels his hips just so, then opens his eyes.
“That feel good?” I ask.
A frantic nod. He exhales long and deep, then presses his hands against my chest. “Gonna fuck your cock,” he whispers.
I am electrified. This man is shocking me in the best of ways. I curl my hands around his hips, guiding him along. “Ride me hard,” I command.
So, he does. Fucking, and rocking, and bouncing.
Our words fade away, replaced by grunts and groans. By sweat and heat. By this unexpected connection between him and me as he finds me in the dark.
I’m on edge the whole time, muscles tight, skin sizzling. I hold on, watching his every move, wanting to make it so good for him. When he reaches for his cock, gripping it tight, the pleasure in me threatens to tip over.
“Gonna come all over you,” he says, and I can hear the thrill in his voice. Not just from the orgasm, but from the announcement.
“Make a mess of me,” I encourage, staring at his face twisting in pleasure, the drop of sweat sliding down his chest, and his hand, flying on his cock, till he grunts, and spills all over me.
I’m seconds behind him, the night spinning away as I follow him, coming hard. And then feeling something new as he leans down, brushes a soft kiss to my lips.
I kiss him back the same way. Tender and close.
A little later, after we clean up, I’m sure there are words we should say. Like We can’t do this again or That was a one-time thing or What happens tomorrow?
But after the flight, after the water leak and the way we fucked, I don’t want to think about tomorrow.
I want to enjoy this night.
He looks slightly unsure when he returns from the bathroom, like he doesn’t know if he’ll be invited back to bed. Like I’m going to send him to the couch or a nearby hotel as repayment for how he ran out during spring training. A wariness I understand even if it’s not warranted.
I pat the bed. “Don’t put your clothes back on,” I say.
Adam gets back under the covers, a few inches apart, closer than the first time.