Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Like the guy has thick dirty-blond hair, but his eyes aren’t big and brown and beautiful.”
The tightness in my chest unclenched all at once, my shoulders fell, and the coldness in the pit of my stomach dissipated. “Oh?” I managed to get out.
“Or he’s big and built, has all this hard, heavy muscle on him, but he doesn’t move easily, smoothly, and his voice isn’t gentle and soft and just a bit husky.”
I nodded.
“And most of all, I don’t trust them, and I can’t get in bed with anyone like that. I can’t take a chance on someone being inside me who might hurt me.”
“No, you can’t,” I murmured.
“And even more importantly, what if they don’t know what they’re doing?” His voice was gravelly, hitching a bit. “I’m used to being held down and fucked deep and slow.”
“Not every time,” I reminded him. “You like hard and fast too.”
His whimper was low. “Chris, honey, I’m clean now, and I hopped out and brushed my teeth and gargled—”
“You did taste minty fresh a moment ago,” I teased him.
“I—could I please have my sex before my food?”
“I don’t want you to pass out,” I told him, feeling my cock thickening in my jeans just looking at him naked under the water. Because yes, he was smaller, thinner, but there was still the tight, lean muscle, the broad shoulders I loved, the wide chest and his long, beautiful legs. The fact that his penis was rock hard had not escaped my attention either. “I want to take care of you. I didn’t come here just to fuck you.”
“Oh, I know,” he acknowledged, his breath catching when I slid the door open. “But right now, the only thing my brain is processing is that you’re in the same room as me, and I will give you whatever you want if you would please just fuckin’ have me.”
Reaching in, I turned off the water, noted his shiver, and checked his eyes.
“Not cold,” he rushed out, “just hopeful.”
He eased out of the shower and stepped onto the bathmat, dripping, and I went to my knees.
“No,” he nearly cried, hands on my shoulders. “Chris, love, I’m not even kidding when I say I—”
“Where’s your lube?”
“My…oh no,” he gasped. “I don’t have any.”
I stood and wrapped him in my arms, even though he was very wet and I was very dry, and hugged him tight. “Don’t worry, baby, I brought lube for you.”
He choked on a sob, and I let him go, darting out the door to his bedroom, where I’d dropped my bag. Rifling through it, I came up with the bottle I needed, and was back to find him standing exactly where I’d left him.
Charging up to him, I took his face in my hands and kissed him. It was hard and mauling, and he sucked on my lips in return, chasing my tongue with his, his teeth on my bottom lip making sure I couldn’t break away.
When he had to pull back to breathe, I saw how pleased he was with himself. “Happy?”
“I will be,” he said, and then moaned, low and filthy, as I took him in hand and stroked him from balls to head. “Oh, Chris, please.”
Working his length, I used my other hand to press one slick finger gently inside him.
Turning, he bent over the sink as I added another finger.
“You don’t have to go slow.”
“Yes, I do,” I told him, my voice low, dangerous, letting him know who was in charge. “I would never hurt you. Not ever.”
“You could hurt me a little,” he begged me. “I might—”
I turned his head and kissed him, over his shoulder, as I pushed my fingers in and out, deep, then dragged them shallow, circling, scissoring, before adding a third. When he pushed back onto my fingers, I eased them free, notching the head of my cock there.
“Christopher Gardner, I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
“I feel the same about you, Dawson West,” I whispered and pressed in slowly, without stopping, filling him, feeling his muscles stretch around me, resist briefly, which brought a groan of pleasure deep from his chest, before the opening and the pull, his body wanting me in deeper. “And fuck…could you be any hotter or tighter?”
“Just fuck me, hurry, hurry, hurry, do it now. Now. Now!”
“I won’t last. You need to grab your—”
“No, I want it long, Chris. I need you to let me know I belong to you.”
“You’re mine,” I husked in his ear, and he bucked back against me as I began a slow thrusting that felt incredible.
“Chris,” he howled, bracing on the sink with both hands, not touching his dick, head down between his shoulders, just taking the hammering and pleading for more.
I had to grab hold of him, one hand tight around his throat, bowing his back, the other like a vise on his hip, holding him still, immobile, making him take the pounding he craved and that I was dying to deliver.