Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I watched Sam the whole time, reveled in this feeling of intimacy I’d denied myself since Daniel. It wasn’t just about getting head or getting off as much as it was to feel someone. To be close to them and to capture that pleasure Sam had spoken about just moments before. I’d been denying myself that too, though for different reasons than him. “Fuck yes.” I moaned, the hand still at my side moving to his face, and I held Sam, my palms against his cheeks.
He got the message and stayed still while I pulled back, then pumped my hips, fucking his mouth slowly, savoring each second. He gagged a couple of times, but when I tried to ease off, Sam grabbed my ass and held me in place, clearly wanting me to take what I needed from him.
Our gazes snapped together again, held tight while my cock made a home inside him. I couldn’t turn away, just enjoyed the sight of my erection disappearing and the way he rutted against the bed. He was fucking loving it, getting himself off while he blew me, and damned if that wasn’t one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.
My orgasm sneaked up on me, one moment it was in the distance and then suddenly the world became fuzzy, my body light and floaty. My balls let loose, the first spurt of cum catching Sam by surprise. He choked some but swallowed, holding me tight so I couldn’t escape while my load pulled from my nuts, filling his mouth.
My chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, the aftershocks of my orgasm crackling and popping inside me. Sam was the first person I’d come with since Daniel. I hated that I thought about that truth right then. “Jack off. Let me see how you make yourself come on those videos of yours.”
Sam didn’t have to be told twice. He rolled to his back, spit in his hand, before stroking himself with quick, eager tugs. He played with his balls, arched his back. “Emerson,” he whispered, locking gazes with me as he shot onto his chest.
“Beautiful.” I bent forward and licked the evidence of his pleasure from his stomach. Get into bed with him. Hold him. Let him hold you.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic.” His smile was dopey now, his eyes drowsy.
Yes, it had been. I pulled up my boxer briefs. “Good night, Sam.” I knew without looking that he watched me as I slipped out the door, closing it behind me.
CHAPTER TEN
Sam
“Tell me everything,” Molly said the second I walked through her door Sunday evening.
I waggled my eyebrows. “Everything?” I’d come straight from Emerson’s house to Molly’s. I planned to stay home tonight, but my friend expected me here, and I couldn’t lie, I wanted to share it with someone just to remind myself that it had really happened.
“Yes and no. You don’t have to go into details about the sex stuff.” Molly sat in her favorite spot on the end of the couch. I lay down, head in her lap, and looked up at her.
“He was diggin’ out by the barn when I got there. Don’t think he even had a reason to do it besides workin’ off some pent-up energy. He had a bee in his bonnet cuz he thought you and I were together and I was goin’ behind your back with him.” The way her face scrunched up told me that surprised her. “He’s not an asshole, Molls.”
“You don’t really know him.”
She had a point, but it didn’t feel that way. I felt like I knew him, even though that didn’t make a damn bit of sense. “I don’t think he’s an asshole, Molls. At least we know he doesn’t like cheating.”
“I’m reserving judgment until I see how the next weekends go.”
“Well, soon as I told him we were faking it with each other and that he could call you to confirm, he had me get naked right there, got on his knees, and blew me.”
Her eyes bugged out. “Outside?”
“Right there in the dirt. We got all messy, and he was sweaty and didn’t have a shirt on. It was hands down one of the hottest moments of my life.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“We took a shower after that.”
“Together?”
“No, unfortunately. I think that’s gonna be one of his rules to keep himself at a distance. Don’t know what’s up with him, but I think he’s got a lot going on in that head of his.” I wanted to know what it was, wanted to find a way to fix it, to cure whatever hurt him.
“You can’t save him, Sammy,” she said, reading my mind. “Just like you can’t save your mama. You need to stop thinking you can fix other people and focus on your own life and happiness.”
Here we went again. I couldn’t say how many times we’d had this conversation. “Pretty sure that’s what I’m doing with him. This isn’t about fixin’ him.” When she rolled her eyes, I amended, “This isn’t only about helping him. It’s about me too. I know you don’t get it, but this is for me. It was… Damn, it was incredible.” Perfect? No, but it was exactly what I needed.