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)
As I dried my junk, I peered over the coffee table and spotted the olive oil. No flavor added, thank fuck. I didn’t need my asshole smelling like oregano or garlic.
Fuck, garlic had to hurt.
Jake cleared his throat. “Uh, should I go downstairs and buy somethin’?”
The implication was clear. Condoms or lube, maybe both.
I shook my head and held up the packet of oil. “Extra virgin and everythin’.”
He snorted softly, amused. But there was something more too. Was he nervous?
After leaving the oil on the nightstand, I yanked back the duvet and told him to get in with me. The urgency from the tub had simmered down a bit, and I didn’t want him to feel pressured or rushed.
I flicked off most of the lights too, leaving only the lamp in the corner by the windows on.
Cozy was good, as long as I could still see him properly.
We met in the middle, and I propped myself on my elbow and kissed him chastely.
“How’s your head?”
“Not too bad.” He touched my jaw, right below the wound on my cheek. “Does it hurt?”
I smiled. “Only when I smile.”
He chuckled and pulled me half on top of him. “I think I know how to distract you.”
I bet he did. We kissed again, and it was a prelude full of promise. He took charge and changed his mind about our positions. Before I knew it, I was lying flat on my back on the mattress, and he covered my body with his.
It was almost embarrassing how fast he got me back to a state of desperation. But it’d been three years since I’d felt his weight on me. The weight of a man. This particular man. He couldn’t know how freeing that was for me.
Or maybe he did.
I slid my feet up the backs of his calves and locked them around his sexy ass, and he deepened the kiss and grabbed me in a loose choke hold. Fuck me, that was hot. I moaned and arched my back, to which he pressed our cocks together and swept his tongue around mine.
I let my hands roam his back, and I— Ouch. Careful with my fingertips, I traced the lines of muscles around his shoulder blades and shivered. This was the fucking sweet spot right here. His toned muscles, his flesh, the fine hairs on his arms, his chest hair, the cut of his jaw, his scruff.
“Enough foreplay,” I muttered into the kiss. “We’ve had three years of it.”
He hummed and pushed his tongue against mine so fucking seductively that my toes almost curled. Then he broke away and reached for the oil.
I scrubbed a hand over my mouth.
Another pillow—yeah. I grabbed one more and pushed it behind my back.
“Eyes on me.”
Yes, sir.
I wanted to eternalize the image of him between my legs, knees parted, those thighs of his—fuck me sideways—as he drizzled oil onto his hard cock.
I gripped my own and stroked it unhurriedly.
He watched my every move while he rubbed in the oil, and then he lifted his gaze to mine, and the sheer heat in his eyes made me clench.
Satisfied with the amount of slickness, he returned the oil packet to the nightstand and rested it against the base of the lamp. There was enough left for a second round, my brain immediately deduced.
Jake stole my focus again when he slipped a hand between my ass cheeks to rub off the oil residue. And to tease me. I bit down on my lip and parted my knees more. I pulled them up more too.
“Jesus…” I dug my head into the pillow and groaned as he pushed two fingers inside me.
This was his show. For now. He stared at what he was doing, and I was just…getting ridiculously turned on by everything I wasn’t used to. I was all about passion in the sack, but I preferred to follow someone’s lead. Not everyone responded well to that, including my own…
“Roe.”
I met his stare and got stuck. How the fuck could he exude both possessive hunger and gentle comfort? He lowered himself over me, and I didn’t break eye contact even once. I exhaled as he withdrew his fingers. I knew what came next. I remembered how we’d looked at each other in Vegas. He wanted that now too. He wanted me to look him in the eye when he pushed his cock into me.
He teased me first, the bastard. He rubbed the head of his cock against my ass and made me squirm underneath him. Then he gathered my legs around his hips and rested our foreheads together.
“Breathe out,” he whispered.
A breath gusted out of me. Fuck, I hadn’t even known I’d been holding it.
I made an effort to relax, and I cupped his face in my hands, wanting to feel that rasp from his scruff. It was addictive. And to feel his jaw tense. I nodded to him, and he applied pressure and brushed his lips against mine.