Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I felt his lips tug up in a soft grin, and I could’ve fucking cried. He wasn’t freaking out or backing off. He was right here with me, knowing exactly what he was doing.
We slowed down a little.
My heart hammered.
I shivered violently and kissed him again.
He gripped my hips and pressed himself against me.
Breathe. Don’t think about later.
I let a river of relief, desire, and happiness run through me, and I cupped his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his over and over.
He smiled and trapped my bottom lip between his teeth. “You gonna invite me into the tub or not?”
Well, okay.
I exhaled a laugh, wondering what kind of alternate universe I’d stepped into. Scratch that—I didn’t wanna know. I just wanted to be.
In lieu of answering, I dragged him with me to the corner where the triangular hot tub waited for us. Then I tugged down his sweats—and happened to spot the light switch in the corner of my eye. It had a dimmer. Fucking perfect. I reached around him and dimmed the lighting, which earned me a sexy smirk from Jake.
Whatever. I was a romantic.
And Jake was suddenly not subtle. As I dropped my boxer briefs, his blatant staring at my ass made me fucking giddy. It unlocked fantasies I only indulged in when I was alone at home and felt confident enough to dig out some toys nobody else knew existed.
I got in first, and the water felt so fucking good. I sat down in one corner and submerged myself fully for a quick second. My God, I needed this. My view didn’t hurt either. Jake fully dressed was sexy as hell—but Jake naked? No words. His long and thick cock had been at the forefront of my mind more times than I could count, and somehow, I’d gotten the chance to see him again. To feel him.
He sat down in the other corner and hissed. “Do you want us to melt?”
Oh, I could say something cheesy here…
I do that every time I look at you.
I didn’t say that. I just made my way over to him and got comfortable between his legs, my back to his chest. He hummed and pressed a kiss to my neck.
I let out a long breath and closed my eyes.
Utter bliss. I rubbed his legs and felt his tongue against my skin. I gave him all the access he needed, and the heat kept thawing me out, loosening the stiffness in my shoulders, easing the pain and the soreness.
Good job, man. You’re in a hot tub with your best friend while your wife’s at home.
Goddammit.
Goddammit.
I turned around and straddled him instead, and I kissed him hard. He got with the program and palmed my ass, and I bucked against his cock and slipped a hand between us. Finally. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked the soft skin that stretched around his cock.
Good thing I hadn’t injured the fingers on my right hand.
Even better that Jake hadn’t injured his fingers at all. Oh my God. I moaned as he pressed his middle finger inside me. He’d been the same way last time. The man could deny it all he wanted, but he had a serious ass fetish.
How many times had I gotten off in the shower to the thought of him fucking me brutally?
I didn’t know what we’d thought would happen in the tub. Part of me had hoped and sort of assumed we’d just hold each other and make out, but now he went and fingered me like a god, so what the fuck? We revved each other up instead. We kissed harder, deeper, more desperately. The soft touches were replaced by greedy grabs, and we sent water splashing over the edge.
To reach me better, he slipped a hand underneath me instead, between my legs, and he scraped his teeth along my neck as I let my head fall back.
“Ride my fingers.”
“Fuck.” I sucked in a breath, and he used his free hand to stroke my cock.
As soon as he gave me two fingers, I wanted a third.
“One more,” I moaned.
A voice in the back of my mind told me we were going too fast, but I couldn’t fucking help it. I wanted to lose myself completely in him. If all this was ripped away from me tomorrow, I didn’t wanna waste a millisecond. I wouldn’t settle for fingers like I had in Vegas either. I wanted his cock. I needed him balls deep in my ass.
“There we go. I’ll stretch you out.”
For your big cock?
The burn was fucking delicious. I fell forward again and cupped his face, and we locked eyes. My lips parted. Three fingers buried deep. He stroked my cock firmly but slowly. Teasingly. It was torture.
Our lips touched.
I couldn’t look away to save my damn life. I saw darkness lurking in the background of his gaze. Predatory hunger. All the things he never spoke of. He’d clearly been on a journey the past couple of years, and he hadn’t said a word of it to me.