Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
A foot hits the gas—his foot or mine?
And now it’s the car that’s charged, activated, and moving, as it roars, lurches forward, and slams into something before coming to a dead stop.
The pair of us look forward in alarm.
Noah’s mailbox teeters in front of us, as if waving hi.
Then it creaks.
And falls over with a sad little thump on the grass.
Neither of us move. Noah, with his body twisted around to get a look, holds his breath. Then he twists back around to look at me, his eyes wide and blinking frantically.
I push on the brakes. He climbs off of my lap with caution, then drops onto the passenger seat where he reclaims his glasses with two trembling hands. I reach to the side for the knob of the seat, crank it upright again, then carefully reverse my car off of the front of Noah’s lawn and put it into park. Again.
Without saying a word, we both get out to survey the damage.
Noah’s mailbox, bent at the base and lying flat on the ground.
My car, dented at the front.
Noah appears at my side, pushes at the bridge of his glasses, and in the tiniest of voices, says, “Oops.”
The next minute, we’re through the front door of his house, and his back is pressed to the wall of the dark entryway as we pick up right where we left off. My lips are all over his, and our breaths crash like thunder against our faces.
He takes hold of my shirt, fingers curling, and then I’m a doll dragged through the dark as we make out. My hip bumps against a piece of furniture—table, couch, armchair, I have no idea. His back hits a door before it shoves open, and the two of us spill inside.
My back falls against a bed, springy and soft. He straddles me again, but this time without the confines of a car around us.
It’s much more liberating.
His mouth descends onto mine as he grapples with my shirt. Our lips separate for only a second as the shirt is peeled over my head and pitched aside like trash.
I sit up and go for his shirt just as quickly. The moment his shirt is off, I slide my hands around his smooth back, gripping him tightly, and situating his ass firmly on my lap.
The moment his ass presses onto me, I feel him subtly grind.
That inspires my hands to slide down his smooth back and cup as much of his ass as I can fill them with—then plunge my face into his bare chest.
His skin is as soft as silk slipping over my kissing lips. He lets out gasps of surprise from above as I drag my mouth over his sensitive skin, exploring Noah for the first time in my life, if not counting the copious times in my dreams.
And when my lips touch his nipple, I’ve finally struck gold.
I let out my tongue to take a taste, then revel in the pleasure of his body tensing up and his fingers clinging to me tighter.
His nipple responds quickly, too, hardening against the caress of my tongue. I kiss it again and again, swirling the pebbled nipple with the tip of my tongue as I attempt to drive him crazy. From the way his muscles keep clenching, I know I’m succeeding.
So I go for the other nipple to see if it’s as sensitive.
I’m pleased to report it is.
Noah suddenly wraps my whole head in his arms, hugging me against his chest in either an effort to encourage me to suck on his nipples harder, or else to suffocate me. Both options make me that much hungrier to please him.
Then his hips thrust against me.
His stiff cock through his pants grinds against my abs.
I only need to be told once. I bring one of my hands between us and take hold of the tent in his pants like it was mine all along, massaging it firmly with my fingers. Noah reacts with a deep and happy moan, then starts to thrust against me harder. I give him a squeeze while my mouth continues to work his nipples, back and forth, never allowing them rest.
Suddenly he pushes me onto my back, surprising me. He takes hold of my pants, opens them right up, and tugs them right down, revealing that I have a similar situation: a hard and throbbing one.
He appears to take a second to appreciate the size of my hard and throbbing situation.
I’d be lying if I said that doesn’t make me even harder.
Watching him stare.
His eyes growing.
I mean, he was just sitting on it a moment ago. Is he really that surprised?
Just when I’m about to make a remark, he climbs on top of me again, straddling my thighs, and takes hold of my dick through my underwear. He isn’t gentle. The way he claims every inch of me with his hand is so unexpectedly possessive, I’m the one whose eyes are growing now. He massages it, squeezing it so hard, it can’t help but flex back at him.