Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Oh God, Rylan. Best ever. Don’t stop. Why can’t I shut up? So good.”
I laugh into his crease, which is awkward considering where my tongue is, and it makes his hole twitch around me. And as much as I enjoy this, I really want some of what’s built up in his nuts.
I pull back and grab his waist, easing him down my body just slightly.
“Hey! I wasn’t done.”
“But I think your dick was missing me.”
He nods like he hadn’t considered that. “Good point. Yes. Suck my cock again.”
“That’s what I thought.” I reach down and grab the lube as he moves so his dick is pointing at my lips. “Can I finger you too?”
“Yes. Please. That. Do that.”
Being around him—all his eagerness and how easily he gets annoyed, but in the cutest ways—makes my chest feel light. There are some people you simply enjoy being around, and though I’ve only met him twice, it’s clear Hayes is one of those people for me.
I slick my finger up, then tell him, “You do it. Feed it to me.”
“Really? I mean, yeah, sure. Obviously.”
I can’t hold back my smirk before he’s angling his dick toward my lips and pushing it inside. He goes slow, giving small thrusts as he fucks in and out of my mouth. Does he think I can’t take more than that? Because I really fucking can, and I want it.
“More,” I say before taking another mouthful of cock. His pupils flare in response. Hayes pushes farther in, then pulls back before feeding me again. I work my finger between his ass cheeks, touch his saliva-slicked hole. After tapping it a couple of times, I push inside. Hayes snaps his hips forward, burying his cock down my throat.
“Oh shit. Sorry. I…God,” he moans when I rub his prostate. He looks down at me, and I nod, telling him I want this, that he has nothing to be sorry for. I happen to be excellent at taking a face-fucking, thank you very much.
Hayes really gives it to me now, balls slapping against my chin as he takes his pleasure from my mouth. I massage his prostate, finger his tight hole, my body feeling tingly from my own recent orgasm and the pleasure I get from making him feel good.
His breathing picks up, his thrusts become quicker, more urgent. Using my finger, I rub his prostate again. He basically stabs his dick down my throat, cock jerking. I swallow around it, finger deep as his balls draw up and he gives me a mouthful of cum.
“Oh my God.” Hayes flops to the bed beside me. “That was…you were…we were…”
“Can we get back to what I was?” I tease. “Spectacular. Unforgettable. The best you’ve ever had.”
“You’re a pain in my ass is what you are.”
I roll toward him, about to put my arm around him, when Hayes sits up, then scoots over to the side of the bed, his feet touching the floor.
“Well, I was something in your ass.” I waggle my brows when Hayes looks over his shoulder at me.
“I can’t believe we did that.”
“The finger-fucking?” Has he never engaged in a little ass play before?
“All of it. Just hooking up again in general.” He cocks his head slightly, looking deep in thought. “Huh. I think I’m pretty good at this hookup thing.”
“With me,” I remind him because he hasn’t actually hooked up with anyone else yet. Still, I don’t know why it’s important to me to make that distinction.
“It still counts.”
“I’m not saying it doesn’t. If you want to practice having tons of commitment-free sex with me, I’m sure not going to complain. As long as it doesn’t mess up my game.”
He shakes his head. “You do know none of that is real, don’t you? Not that I don’t like the idea of me having magic cum.”
“I guess we’ll know if you do after tomorrow night. But for now, I think you’re good pucking luck.” It’s not like I want to need a good-luck charm not to suck ass, but I’m really hoping that what we did today makes me play like I did in Seattle. I need it.
“Sure. Whatever you say.” He pats my chest playfully. I’d hoped for at least an annoyed eye roll at what I’d said. When I flex my pec, he jerks his arm back. “Stop that. You’ll get me horny again.”
I laugh as Hayes gets out of the bed. “Is that such a bad thing?”
“We did what we set out to do. I should go.” He picks up his underwear. “Do you have a washcloth or something I can clean up with before I go?”
The frown that tugs at the corners of my lips is automatic. I’m not sure why because he’s right. We did what we set out to do—had amazing sex. What else is there? “The cabinet in the en suite.” I point toward the bathroom.