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)
It’s like I’m almost there, and then with one more pump of his hips, I’m losing myself to the best, most potent pleasure I’ve ever had. My balls draw tight, dick spasming in my hand as I spurt cum again and again, each time he shoves into me.
“Fuck, baby. Me too. Holy shit, I’m coming too.” Rylan’s muscles tighten, dick twitching inside me, jaw tight as he dissolves into his orgasm. All I can think is how sexy he is and the fact that I did this, that my body gave this gorgeous, cocky, sometimes annoying man the pleasure I can see on his face.
It’s incredible.
I want more.
Wait. Did he just call me baby?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Rylan
“Why are you so stiff over there?” I ask, lying down beside Hayes. It doesn’t matter how physically fit I am, after sex, I just want to collapse in a heap and not get up for days.
“You called me baby.”
I frown. “No I didn’t.”
“What? Are you kidding me right now? I heard you say it.”
Well, that would be a weird thing for me to say. “I don’t remember saying it.”
“I certainly didn’t make it up!” Hayes huffs, which makes me chuckle.
“I believe you. I have no idea what that’s about, though. Must have slipped out in the moment. Sex talk, ya know? Stay there. I need to get rid of the condom. And I’ll get something to clean us up before I pass the fuck out.”
As I get out of bed, I see him frowning.
“What?”
“You’re getting something to clean us up?”
“Jesus Christ. Who were these guys you were fucking? They’re losers.” I don’t give him time to answer before going into the en suite.
What.
The fuck.
Was that?
I called him baby? I can’t figure out why I did that, but ignoring it seems the best course of action.
After tossing the condom in the trash, I wet a cloth, wipe off my dick, and throw it into the laundry basket before grabbing another one for Hayes.
That was…really good sex.
His ass is like a fucking glove.
So tight and perfect.
Definitely the best sex I’ve ever had.
Clearly, those guys he’d been with didn’t know how to bring out that greedy hunger he has every time we’re together, but they missed out, and I must admit, I’m happy he’s exploring this side of himself with me.
After turning off the water, I go back to my bedroom. Hayes is sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing his fret face, like he’s unsure what to do. “I didn’t want to make a mess.”
“Sex is messy. Sometimes that’s half the fun. No worries.” I stand in front of him. “Lie down. I told you not to move.”
“I was trying not to get cum on your bed. I’m being nice.”
I wink. “Maybe I like your cum on my bed. Relax. Lie down. You might need to see how I do this so you can do it with the next guy you’re with.” There’s a strange twitch in my chest that comes out of nowhere. What’s that about?
“I’m pretty sure I could figure out how to wipe someone off,” Hayes replies, but still, he lies down on his back. I wipe the drying cum off his belly, then wipe up his groin area, trying to get the cum out of his pubes. His cock fills slightly, and I raise a brow. “I can’t help it! You’re naked, and that feels good.”
“You’re my little sex monster.” I drop the washcloth to the floor, then lie on top of him.
“Are you going to leave that there? It’s gross and—”
I quiet him with my mouth, push my tongue inside and let him suck on it before pulling back. “Shh. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
“I should go home.”
“Stay.” What’s the harm in that? We’re buddies who fuck. We can sleep in the same bed. I grab my phone and log in to the app I use to turn off the lights.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe you turn off the lights from your phone.”
“Only when there’s a sexy man in my bed and I don’t want to get up again.” I wrap an arm around him.
“What are you doing?”
“Cuddling. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
“I feel like that’s a boyfriend thing.”
“Are you trying to ask me out? Because you seem to be stuck on that boyfriend thing and how we’re not that.” And honestly, I’m getting a little frustrated at being reminded. Would there be something wrong with being my boyfriend? I feel like I’m a fucking catch. If I wanted to be a boyfriend, that is.
“No! I just wanted…okay, never mind. I see your point.”
“Wow, can you say that again?”
“You’re so annoying.”
“Right back at ya.” I nuzzle my face into his neck. He smells like me and, well, sex too. I breathe in deeper, close my eyes.
I don’t know how much time passes, but when I’m almost asleep, Hayes asks, “So your parents are here?”