Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
My knees begin to quiver and shake. I’m completely satisfied and spent. He pulls off my dick and then sweetly pulls my underwear and pants back into place. I stand there, stupefied, and unsure what to do next.
“We should eat,” he says with a sleepy grin.
I’m about to tell him we can do whatever the fuck he wants because I’ll be forever grateful for the gift he just gave me, but I don’t get the chance.
He curls up on the floor and goes right to sleep.
This guy is going to be the death of me.
The death I never deserved but will gladly take.
Tate
I’m so…warm.
And cozy.
If only my throbbing skull wasn’t being made worse by Funky’s tail whapping me in the back of the head.
Why is my head throbbing?
Why am I so warm?
As awareness trickles in, so do memories from last night. I remember cooking for Jude. I’d been so nervous, I basically chugged an entire bottle of wine. Then I gave him the best blow job known to man.
He’d loved it.
I remember that much.
The rest of the evening is fragmented. I remember being woken up and guided to the table where a bowl of soup awaited. I remember me asking Jude to feed me.
Oh my God.
I cringe at how stupid that must’ve made me look. But I do remember him complying. And when I stumbled up the stairs, he scooped me into his arms as though I weighed nothing.
I actually said, “Weeee!” like a damn child.
Then what?
Did he put me to bed?
When did we part ways?
Something touches my hand in the dark. Something warm and strong. Not something. Someone.
Holy shit.
I’m not in my bed. This one is softer. Plus, it smells like cinnamon and Jude. He put me in his bed. I slept beside Jude.
My heart rate picks up and my head throbs in tune with it. I can’t believe I let myself get drunk. Last night was about showing him appreciation, not forcing him to take care of me.
A pitiful whine escapes me.
I realize I’m clinging to Jude’s hard body like some sort of koala freak. He probably thinks I’m ridiculous. Slowly, I roll onto my back, trying to make out shapes in the dark. A sliver of gray, early morning light is cast on the wall, but everything else is shadowy. Since I’ve never been inside his room before, I can’t exactly sneak out without stubbing a toe or running into a wall.
And Funky…
I have to sneak him out too.
Ugh.
The bed shifts beside me. Jude’s nose presses against my temple. I swear I hear him inhale me. I’m suddenly aware that if I can feel his nose against me, then he’s not wearing his mask.
The urge to straddle him, flick on a light, and look at what he hides from me is strong. But I meant what I said. I wouldn’t pressure him to show me if he wasn’t ready.
Jude’s hand finds my belly and he strokes his fingers in lazy circles around my bellybutton. He’s definitely awake, so there’ll be no sneaking out. Now that he’s touching me, I’m quickly forgetting about the humiliating way I behaved last night and falling victim to his touch.
I also realize my shirt is gone.
My pants are too.
Awareness fully settles in, making me aware that I can feel the heat of his skin touching my bare skin all along my body from our heads to our toes. The only things between us are our boxers.
I want to speak—to apologize for last night—but my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. Another pathetic whine squeaks out.
Jude’s lips brush over my cheek and he murmurs, “Go back to sleep.”
Go back to sleep?!
Is he insane?
There’s no way I can sleep now that I know we’re both practically naked and I made an idiot of myself last night.
His fingers drift lower and he teases the band of my boxers. I suck in a sharp breath of anticipation, praying he’ll do more than tease. Blood leaves my brain, making me momentarily forget last night, and settles at my cock, making it plump up. I fidget in the bed, silently asking for him to touch me there, but also not being man enough to actually say the words.
Funky whaps his tail in my face before darting off the bed with an annoyed meow. Jude makes a soft chuffing sound.
We both grow silent aside from our heavy breathing. I shiver each time his fingers tease at the waistband of my boxers. Then he roughly stuffs his hand inside them, clumsily grabbing onto my cock and pinching a few pubic hairs in the process.
“Sorry,” he grunts, voice raspy against my face. “I’ve never done this before to another man.”
My dick pulsates happily in his brutish grip. “S-okay,” I choke out. “Feels good.”
“Like this?” He slowly moves his hand up and down over my cock, gripping it almost too tightly. His scarred skin is rough on my sensitive flesh. Lube would be great, but I also like the rawness of his touch.