Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Rhett’s teeth nip into my lip, making a sharp pain pierce me. He pulls back. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I kiss him again, want him urgent for me, want him to lose his head, to forget those thoughts that seem to plague him so much.
We kiss until I feel like I could come in my jeans just from the frenzy of our hunger for each other.
Rhett growls when I pull back, and I can’t help smiling. “Just getting this off.” I tug his shirt over his head, and he lifts his arms, helping me along.
Then, I go down to my knees in front of him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his stomach while my fingers work open his jeans. As soon as I’m done, I’m tugging them down along with his briefs and burying my face right in the thatch of dark, coarse hair at his groin, breathing in the heady scent of him. I love the smell of being with a man, love the way our bodies match in so many ways.
“Fuck…I haven’t done this in a long time either. It’s going to be hard not to come.”
Years. Rhett Swift hasn’t had sex in years, and he chose me. He’s never had sex with a man at all, and he chose me. It’s one of the best damn feelings in the world. “You let me worry about that.”
I hold the base of his cock, feel the hot throb of his desire against my palm.
“Look at me,” I tell him, and Rhett’s head tilts down, his eyes ablaze with want and…I can’t tell. Curiosity again, yes, and just feeling? Emotion?
I lick slowly from the base of his shaft to the tip. He hisses but never takes his eyes off me.
“You taste good.” Salty and masculine, like sex.
“You feel good,” Rhett says, which goes straight to my head. I take him into my mouth, lave his cock with my tongue as I bob on him, my hand adding to the pleasure.
I watch him while I blow him, each time taking him deep and swallowing around the head of his thick cock. I like the feel of him against my hand too, the way he throbs, the heat radiating off him, how the muscles in his thighs already begin to tighten.
“Fuck,” he mutters above me, fingers in my hair. “Jesus, you’re good at that.” His words come out choppy, and I keep going, suck, stroke, suck, stroke, until his eyes squeeze closed and I can tell he’s about to come, so I pull off.
“None of that yet. You wanted to make this last, right?”
“At the moment, I’m trying to remember why.”
“Because you like to feel good as long as possible.” I kiss one hip bone. “Because you haven’t had enough of it.” Then the other. “Because this is ours, and you like me as much as I like you. At least, I’m hoping.”
Rhett opens his mouth to reply, but I swallow around his cock again, and all that comes out is, “Tripp…”
I like the sound of my first name on his tongue. I’m Cass to so many people, and while that will always be me too, I like that I’m Tripp to Rhett.
I suck him again, bring him to the edge, until his hands are squeezed into fists and he’s mumbling words I can’t make out, and then I pull off…only to start again, over and over.
Edging him is edging me too. My cock is throbbing, begging for release, trapped behind the constricting hold of my boxer briefs and jeans.
When I know this is the last time, when I know I’m ready to make Rhett come, I open my pants, push them down, and set my dick free. I jerk and suck Rhett while jacking my cock. I’m leaking precum like mad, the pull on my dick slick because of it. Rhett’s hips thrust slightly, his gaze on me, eyes wide and full of hunger.
I pull off to say, “I want you to come for me now. Want you to empty those full balls of yours down my throat.” And then I’m back on him.
“Fuck…Tripp…” he says, his cock moving over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat. “So good. You feel so good.”
Those words make me soar. What is it about Rhett that hits me so deeply? That reaches parts of me I didn’t know were there?
My movements speed up, both on myself and him. My jaw aches, but I don’t care. I would do this all night if he wanted me to, but then suddenly, his body is tensing up, his muscles tightening, and I know I’m about to get my reward for a job well done.
Rhett’s cock twitches in my mouth, the first hot spurt of his load landing on my tongue. I swallow him down, still sucking him, and when he spurts again, it sets my orgasm loose, balls drawing up as I lose myself to pleasure, still swallowing what Rhett has to offer until we’re both wrung dry.