Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
This is just a holiday thing, I reminded myself. Just a holiday thing.
Court showed up at seven on the dot. I ushered him inside, closed the door, and promptly threw myself at him.
We made out with roving hands and twisting tongues, tugging at shirts and zippers in an effort to reach skin. I broke the kiss and gestured to the stairs. “Yes?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I led the way to my room, peeling my long-sleeved tee over my head and tossing it onto the chair next to the narrow window.
I’d gone on a mini cleaning spree the second I got home. Bed made, check. Heap of dirty and possibly clean clothes stuffed into the closet with miscellaneous Doc Martens and black sneakers, check. My house was generally always tidy, but my room got the once-a-week treatment. I washed sheets, did my laundry, and straightened up on Sundays. Tonight, it was a macabre disaster zone in shades of black and white broken up with the flash of Burberry from the scarf I’d thrown across the chair earlier.
But I’d changed the sheets…just in case. Court didn’t seem to care. He gave the space a cursory once-over and lifted me off the floor and deposited me onto the mattress.
I raked my bottom lip and braced myself on my elbows. “You’re staring.”
“ ’Cause you’re sexy as fuck.”
“I know that’s not true, but thank you.”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I like what I’m beholding. I want to lick you from head to toe. Will you let me?”
“Yeah, but…”
Court’s fingers stalled on his belt buckle. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…this would be easier if you were a stranger. Knowing you and liking you and being naked with you is…kind of blowing me away.” I made a ka-pow gesture next to my head.
“Uh…okay. Should I keep my clothes on, or do you want to pretend we don’t know each other? Or both?”
I pursed my lips, charmed by his earnest response. “No, I mean…it’s a sexy idea, but I take my role-playing very seriously, and I’d need to know my character and my angle and—”
Court drove his tongue between my lips and pressed his palm against my cock, scratching his nails along the zipper. “You can pretend I’m whoever you want, but I’m here for you, Ivan. Just you. C’mere. Let me see you.”
Let’s just say that whatever sound came out of my mouth was the opposite of sexy. I think I whimpered…or purred. And I completely surrendered.
“I want to see you, too. Please.”
We both undressed to our boxer briefs and smiled shyly. I moved the black-striped duvet aside, humming when Court climbed on top of me, covering me like a blanket as he captured my mouth.
Our kiss was unhurried now—more of a sensual exploration than the earlier frenzied face sucking we’d greeted each other with. The weight of him was pure bliss. He was powerful, masculine strength and beauty at its finest. I was overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of him. He was a fantasy, and yet he was so fucking real.
His cock nudged mine through the layers of cotton, sending shivers along my spine.
Court nibbled my lips, kissed my jaw, and bit my earlobe. “So fucking hot.”
I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled his face close. “I want you.”
He groaned aloud, pumping his hips suggestively and rolling over so I was on top. “Have me. Do whatever you fucking want to me.”
“That’s quite an invitation.”
And I fully intended to take him up on the offer. I flattened my palms on his chest as I rocked my hips, loving the slide of his erection between my cheeks. He was big, and I could almost anticipate the stretch and burn. I rose on my knees, pulling the elastic over my ass. Then I sucked two fingers and reached behind to glide them along my crease.
“Holy shit. I need to see this. Let me watch you, let me help.” He upended me, lost his boxer briefs in a flash, and dove between my thighs, kissing me senseless as he stroked our shafts. “Lube, condoms?”
“Nightstand drawer.” I tilted my chin as I lifted my leg and continued massaging my entrance.
Court grunted as he dove sideways. A click of a bottle top later, a slick digit skimmed over my pucker. His nostrils flared as he slipped it inside, stroking my cock while he fingered my hole.
I surprised myself by how curiously shameless I was, spread open like a ho. Sure, I’d owned my sexuality for years and I’d had plenty of practice in the bedroom, but this was Court, my original crush. One would think I’d show a modicum of cool under the circumstances, but no…I was too far gone. I wanted him far too much.
I sank into sensation, breathing through discomfort as he added a second finger. And a third. The subtle twist of his wrist as he jerked my cock and simultaneously nudged my prostate were proof he knew what he was doing. Fuck, it was glorious.