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)
I fucking love eating his ass. Love the way he writhes and rambles a litany of words that are so jumbled and confused, I can barely make them out. I feel like I could live off his hole, draw strength from his reactions, so basically all I need to survive is Hayes’s ass.
Works for me.
My scalp burns when he tugs my hair, jerks me closer like it’s not enough. I flick my tongue back and forth over his ring, softening him, then spearing my tongue and pushing it inside.
“Rylan!” he calls out in this urgent way that gives me another boost of energy—not that I need it—to give him the most potent pleasure. I make him come apart, then put him back together again, only to repeat the process over and over again.
My hand finds a home around his shaft, stroking him while I eat his ass. Hayes can’t stay still, wiggling and begging, pulling my hair and saying my name, interspersed with yes and holy fuck and why is this so good?
Because it’s us. I don’t understand it either, but for whatever reason, we’re really good together. I’ve never been so thankful for a sleepless night before a game in my life. If not for that, I never would have ended up in that bar in Seattle.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” I lick his crack, his balls.
“No one’s ever done that to me except you.”
Okay, so I must admit, part of me loves being the only one who’s had his ass this way, but it also reminds me how little experience Hayes has—two men and Malcolm, the most selfish motherfucker on this earth. How did he not see how amazing Hayes is? How could he hurt him the way he did?
“Well, now I’m here, and I’ll eat your ass every damn day if you’ll let me. What do you want for dinner, Rylan? Oh, Hayes’s ass will be fine.”
He laughs a deep belly laugh, and I love that I can give him that, love being the one to make him do it.
Reaching over, I grab the lube from the nightstand. “As much as I love having my tongue in you, I really need to fuck you.”
“Yes. Please. That. I need that.” His words echo through my heart.
I slick myself and lie over him again, looking into his eyes. “Hi,” I say, circling his rim with my finger.
“Hi.”
“You’re my boyfriend now.”
He grins. “Really?”
“Weren’t you just there for the conversation we had? You know, the one where I spilled my guts to you?”
“You said crush, you like me, and want to be my guy, but I didn’t know…”
“Hayes Rockwell, do you want to be my boyfriend?” I push the tip of my finger inside him, and he arches toward me.
“Oh fuck. Cheater.” His blunt nails dig into my skin, likely leaving a trail as he runs his hands up my back. I push my digit farther in, then pull back again. “Yes, Rylan. I want to be your boyfriend.”
“Good. I want to be your boyfriend too.” I kiss the tip of his nose.
We make out, rutting together as I work one, then two fingers inside him. Hayes makes greedy sounds into my mouth, and I swallow every one. His legs wrap around me, heels digging into my ass, hands tangled in my hair, like he just can’t get close enough.
The thing is, I can’t either.
“I’m dying here. My dick is aching so bad. I need you, baby.”
“Take me.”
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I pull myself away from him just long enough to grab a condom. Hayes still lies on the side of the bed, looking up at me as I stroke myself and use my teeth to rip the wrapper open. I roll it down my erection, then use the lube to slick myself up, the hungry fire in his gaze never dimming. He looks at me like…like I’m more than I am. Like he’s so damn thankful to be with me, and I just don’t get it because that’s the way I feel about being with him.
“Crawl up to the pillows. Hands and knees. I want to start by taking you from behind.”
“Start?”
“We’ll see if I can make it last that long. I might end up busting my nut the second I’m inside you.”
“Let’s not do that.”
“I’ll try my best,” I play along while Hayes does as I asked, getting in position. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”
“No one has told me that before you either.”
Fucking Malcolm. What the hell was wrong with that guy?
I kiss my way down his back, settling my mouth on each knot of his spine. “Sexy, sexy, sexy,” I say each time. After pressing my lips to his ass, I sit up on my knees, hold the base of my cock, and push it against his hole.