Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“What are you going to do with me now?”
Jesus, I loved this. Loved it when he was sassy that way. It felt like so much of our relationship was trying to figure shit out—what was happening between us, what it meant for me as I’d always considered myself straight. The distance, football, my injury. I wanted to just laugh with him the way we had in the beginning. When we were just talking and falling in love and didn’t know it. But that wasn’t how relationships worked, was it? They were made up of the good and the bad, the easy and the difficult, and everything in between.
I wanted it all with him.
Playfully, I pushed Jeremy to the bed. He bounced on it, jeans still around his thighs. He kicked out of his shoes as I began sliding the denim down his legs. “I want all the moments with you.”
“What?” he asked. “What moments?”
“Every one of them,” was my reply, as if he lived inside my head and knew what I’d been thinking.
“You can have anything you want of me.”
“Just you.” I climbed on top of him, taking Jeremy’s mouth with mine this time. I pressed my body against his, savored the feel of our two cocks together, two flat chests and abs. He wrapped his arms around me, teased my crease with his finger. All I wanted was him inside. Ass play was the best, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I hadn’t been doing it for years.
“I, um…did the thing…in the bathroom. To make sure I was ready for you.” I climbed off him, and got on my hands and knees, keeping most of my weight on my left arm, ass in the air, giving myself to him. “Can you lick me first? I fucking love it when you eat my hole.”
“Look at you. So fucking sexy.” Jeremy rubbed my right ass cheek. “I have a feeling I’m going to create a hungry bottom.”
“I have no doubt, but there’s nothing like fucking you either. Hungry bottom, greedy top.”
“So basically, we might never leave the bed?”
“There are other places we can fuck too. I kinda want to build a locker room in the house, just so we can screw each other there. So many sex fantasies.”
He laughed, which was one of my favorite sounds, then knelt behind me. He leaned in, our gazes locked, me looking over my shoulder as he parted me and licked a long trail down my crack and over my hole. “Fuck yes.” My eyes rolled back.
His tongue circled my rim, then flicked back and forth over it. I didn’t know how getting your asshole eaten out could feel like playing the best game of your career and walking out with the championship, but it did. I might have been exaggerating some, but not much.
I pushed back against him, silently asking for more. Jeremy answered by probing me, licking at my hole, before sucking his finger and using that to start opening me up.
“Fuck yesss…” I hissed.
“Christ, you love this, don’t you? Nothing like watching you fuck yourself on my fingers.”
It wasn’t until he said it that I realized that was exactly what I was doing.
“I can’t wait until this is my dick stretching out your hole. Ask me for another one.”
“No.” I wanted it, but I wanted to be difficult too. That was part of the fun.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Want me to stuff as many fingers as I can inside you, before eating you out again, all to get you ready for my cock. Ask me for it, Dare. Tell me what you want, or I’ll stop.”
Goddamn him. I pushed back against his hand again. Jeremy crooked his finger, massaged my prostate, then pulled out.
I practically growled at him. “Bossy fucker. Get your finger back inside me.”
“Who’s the bossy one?” He cocked a brow. “Ask me to finger-fuck you…then to eat your hole before I take you with my cock.”
My dick twitched. Jesus Christ, that was hot. Who knew I wanted a guy to tell me what to do in bed like that? Not all the time. I loved running the show too, but hearing Jeremy speak to me that way, it was so sexy, and it did something to my head.
“Finger-fuck me…then lick me again so I can have your cock.” That must have been good enough, because Jeremy sucked two digits, spit on them, then eased them inside. I’d taken that many before, but we hadn’t progressed beyond that.
Jeremy did as I said, working them inside me, twisting and turning, in and out in a way that made my legs begin to tremble. He leaned down and kissed one cheek, nibbled me, and told me, “You are so fucking beautiful. I love seeing you like this, love knowing you’re mine.”