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)
My heart nearly beats out of my chest. “Fuck, baby. I’m so proud of you.” I take his mouth with mine, but it’s Rhett who pushes his tongue between my lips first, Rhett who takes over the kiss, clearly hungry for something.
He eases forward, pushing me down to my back, and I go easily, Rhett coming down on top of me. He ruts against me while he devours my mouth, kisses me like my lips are all he needs in the world.
“It’s because of you,” he tells me, pressing his forehead against mine.
“No. It’s because of you.”
He smiles at me, the beauty of it knocking the breath out of me. I’m so fucking in love with this man.
“I want you to tease me before we go. Want you to bring me to the edge, but don’t let me come. Not until we’re home and in your bed tonight.”
Our bed, I want to correct him. I’m dying for it to be our bed. “That’s what you want? You don’t want to celebrate with an orgasm now?”
“No. Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but it gives me a kind of power to give that power over to you. Plus, I like making it last, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I can because I haven’t had enough of it in my life.”
The pieces click into place, and I like the sound of that. Like that for him, that he wants to make it last because it makes him feel good longer. “I want you to feel good for every second of the rest of your life.” I grin. “But for now, I’m going to make you suffer a little.” Pushing up slightly, I nip at his lip, and Rhett groans. “Sit up.”
He does as I say.
“Lube?” I ask.
“Upstairs in my nightstand.”
“Get those pants off, and I’ll be right back.”
I take the stairs two at a time, my dick already pulsing behind the fly of my jeans. Everything about Rhett turns me on.
A couple of minutes later I’m back downstairs. Rhett is still wearing his shirt but has it pulled up. His legs are spread, cock thick and hard and so damn mouthwatering. I lick a stripe from root to tip before sucking it into my mouth, the taste of his salty skin and precum bursting on my tongue.
“Needed to taste you first,” I admit, and a visible shudder rolls through him.
“Touch me.”
“I’m going to, baby.” I pump lube into my hand, then wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a languid stroke.
Rhett’s hips pump upward. “Fuck,” slipping past his lips.
“You like that?”
“Everything with you feels so much better, so much more.”
My dick throbs, but even more importantly, my heart swells, taking over my chest. “For me too. Can’t get you out of my head. I don’t think you know what you do to me, how you make me feel.”
I speed up the movements on his dick. Rhett’s balls are already so tight and full, his cock flushed red and straining. I love how fast I can get him to the edge, how much he seems to enjoy my hands on him.
I twist my grip around him, using my other hand to play with his heavy nuts. Rhett’s thighs begin to shake, his muscles tensing, so I loosen my grip and pull back.
“Oh God. Touch me,” he begs.
“I will.” I kiss his left pec, then his right, before rubbing my cheek against him. “Remember, you want me to make the pleasure last. You want me to bring you to the edge over and over again, then tuck you back in until later tonight when you fuck me.”
He chuckles softly. “I’m starting to question my decision.”
“Did you change your mind?”
“Hell no.”
I smile at his response, then grasp his warm, throbbing shaft again, jerk him off, twist my hand around him, lean down and lick and suck his sac.
Rhett’s breathing gets choppy, and I know he’s trying to hold himself back, trying not to teeter so close to the edge, but I get him there, then pull away, again and again and again, before he breathlessly says, “Shit. We gotta go. We’ll be late.”
“I can’t believe you’re keeping an eye on the time like this.”
“Do you know me?” Rhett asks.
“I do, and I like you.” I press a kiss to his waiting mouth. “Don’t move.”
I go into the downstairs bathroom and wash my hands, before getting a washcloth wet and bringing it to him. My dick is straining against my jeans, but knowing we’re sharing this predicament makes it even more exciting.
I clean the precum and lube from his softening cock, then pull him to his feet and tug up his underwear and jeans.
“You take care of me,” he says.
No one has done that for him before, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive that I get to.