Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
The smell of baking bread in a warm house on a cold December morning and the sight of snow drifting prettily through the kitchen window with a gorgeous man at my side…I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this content and at peace.
Riley applauded when I pulled the bread out of the oven forty minutes later. “Look at that. I feel like a proud papa. I helped make that little loaf, didn’t I?”
“Bravo. You can have a job in my kitchen any time. I’ll even throw in the apron,” I joked.
His expression clouded for a beat, then brightened so fast I was sure I’d imagined it. “That would be cool. I’ve got this new fantasy I’m working on—you and an apron and nothing else.”
“Ahh, and what are you wearing?”
“I haven’t gotten that far.” He molded his chest to mine and snaked his fingers under the elastic of my sweats and boxer briefs. “We can work that out together. How much time do you have before you have to be at the diner?”
“Plenty.” I captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. “Let’s go to my room. I’ll bring a clean apron.”
We snickered conspiratorially and made a beeline for the stairs, pausing to make out on the bottom step and again on the landing, tongues tangling as we groped and swayed.
By unspoken agreement, we didn’t rush. The world was still and quiet, painting itself in shades of winter white on a mellow Saturday. We could take our time.
We undressed in between kisses and fell naked into bed, diving under the duvet as if it were a tent sheltering us from the elements. When it became too warm, we pushed the covers aside and rolled over on the mattress, playfully jockeying for dominance.
I was bigger than Riley, but not necessarily stronger. He took me by surprise, flattening me and pinning my hands on either side of my head. His eyes lit with laughter as he rocked his hips, dragging his rigid cock over mine.
“I like the view from here,” he rasped. “You’re a sexy motherfucker.”
“Say that in French.”
“Tu es sexy…uh, motherfucker?”
“Close enough.” I growled, flipping him onto his back so fast his breath hitched.
Riley guffawed. He grabbed my neck and yanked me forward, mashing our lips together as he clutched at my ass, pulling me over his chest. I scooted a few inches to cover his body with mine, his cock brushed my entrance and—we froze, noses touching, mouths hovering, our breaths shallow and quick.
He licked his lips as he raked his nails along my upper thigh. “Would you ever want to—”
“Yes.” I swallowed hard, adding, “For you. If you wanted me…like that.”
Now…this was an awkward moment for details, so I didn’t bother admitting that I hadn’t bottomed for anyone in years. I’d tried it and it was okay, but it wasn’t something I asked for with a partner. In fact, I probably wouldn’t have offered, which made me feel like a jerk because this was something Riley had clearly contemplated. That made sense. Was it really a bi-awakening adventure if you didn’t both give and receive?
I wasn’t overly concerned about making things even or giving Riley the full bi-awakening experience, though. This was selfish too. We talked around the inevitable, but we knew our time was running out. This would be over soon. He would leave, and I didn’t want any regrets. If he wanted me, I was his. It was that simple.
Riley’s Adam’s apple slid in his throat. “Yes. I do. I’ve done this before…with a girl. I mean, I know what to do, but it’s been a while.”
I caressed his jaw and bit his chin. “Get the lube. And be generous.”
The one thing I remembered I didn’t like about getting fucked was the stretching part. So awkward. You had to literally open yourself up, relax and trust that the person attached to the dick wasn’t a dick too. That was a lot of trust—more than my usual quota.
But you know, desire was a strong motivator. The visual alone of this beautiful, muscular hockey player slipping lubed digits in and out of my hole as he sucked my cock was…transcendent. I threaded my fingers through his hair and watched the show with my legs spread wide. I gave him a little more than he asked for, pumping my hips to fuck his mouth as he massaged my prostate.
He broke for air, eyes watering, and gripped his cock with his left hand, stroking me with his right. “Do you want to be on your knees or um…on top of me?”
“This is good.” I flashed a lopsided grin and pointed at the lube. “More of this stuff and Riley…”
“Yeah?” He glanced up from lube duty, tossing the bottle onto the nightstand.
“Go slow.”
He nodded as he grazed the tip of his cock over the sensitive skin…again and again. It was a wicked tease. I held my legs open and reached between us, curling my fingers around his shaft as if guiding him in. He got the message and pushed. We both gasped when he breached my hole.