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)
“Yes. Christ. How do you get me there so quickly?”
“Because this is good between us, better than it’s ever been with anyone else. It is, Rhett. Better with you. Every-fucking-thing is.”
He arches toward me, a groan leaving his lips. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to hold himself back from coming. I let go of his cock, Rhett’s breaths sharp and urgent as he fights through keeping himself from coming.
And as much as I want to play with him tonight, as much as I want to keep this going, I’m dying for us to release together, dying to have more with the man I love. “That good?” I ask, running my hand up and down his chest.
“Incredible, but I want…”
“You want to fuck me?” I pump my brows.
His eyes hold firmly on mine. “I think I want you to try and fuck me.”
Not gonna lie, my cock twitches between us at that. While I enjoy bottoming and love bottoming for him, I’ve always been more of a top. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” Rhett replies.
“I’d love to be inside you. I’ll make you feel so fucking good, and if you don’t like it, we stop. I don’t have to have this from you. I’m good with the way things are.”
“I know. I said that because I want it. I don’t think you get what you do to me, Tripp. And the thought of feeling you inside me? I need to try it, to feel you like that.”
Jesus, this man. “God, I fucking love you.” I kiss him.
“I love you too. I didn’t tell you that earlier, did I? That I love you. I do.”
My damn heart feels like it’s going to explode, like it’s going to get so big, I’ll float away. “Look at us, loving each other and shit.”
He rolls his eyes and chuckles, but I know he likes it.
“We’re good for each other, Rhett. I know it.”
“I know it too.” He kisses me again, and damn, I enjoy kissing Rhett Swift. So much. When he pulls away, he says, “I’m going into the bathroom to freshen up.”
“Okay.” I climb off him and lie on my back against the pillows. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Tonight or ever.
“I know,” he says again, smiling.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Rhett
After I finish getting cleaned up, I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. I wait to second-guess myself, wait for the fear or regret to hit me, but it doesn’t come. Six months ago, would I have imagined something like this for myself? No. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it now. I want to share this with Tripp, want to know what it feels like to be full of him.
If I’m being honest, I even researched it a little. I considered trying to practice, to open myself up the way I do with him, but I want to leave it up to Tripp. I trust being under his skillful hands, can’t wait to see what kind of pleasure he can give me.
My cock is already softening by the time I open the door. He’s lying where I left him, waiting for me, his dick soft against his thigh as well.
“It’s okay if you changed your mind,” he tells me.
“I didn’t. I was just…preparing.” In more ways than one. “I want this. I want you.”
I see the lube and a condom on the nightstand. It looks like Tripp did some planning of his own while waiting for me.
“Come here.” He motions me to him, and just looking at him already has blood rushing toward my groin. Tripp turns me on more than anyone ever has, and I love losing myself to that feeling, to him.
“Can I use my tongue on you?” he asks when I sit on the edge of the bed.
“I…” Heat flares in my cheeks. “Yes. If you want to.”
“I do. I so fucking do. Lie on your stomach.”
Okay, so it’s not every day a guy is going to get his ass eaten for the first time, and Christ, I can’t believe I even thought those words. But I can’t deny the tingle that starts at the base of my spine at the possibility.
I lie in the center of the bed, and Tripp spreads my thighs, then settles between them. He starts at my nape, kissing his way down my spine. When he gets to my ass, he kisses first my right cheek, then my left, before saying, “Relax. You’re clenching. It’ll be good, and if it’s not good, we stop.”
I nod, reminding myself he’s right. He peppers more kisses on me, this time along my ass cheeks, one after another after another, and the more he does it, the more my muscles loosen, the more I melt into the bed and simply allow myself to enjoy the pleasure Tripp is giving me.
“That’s it. Relax for me. I want to make you feel good.”