Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Oooh, I get to know something the Beach Bums don’t,” he teased.
“It’s embarrassing, but I’m going to trust you anyway. I was sad over the jerk I was dating, and I ended up at this ice cream bar where you could pile on all sorts of shit. It wasn’t my finest moment.”
Elliott smirked.
“You haven’t heard the worst of it. This really hot guy was watching me, and I was like, fuck it. I’m just gonna screw anyone I want and not care about dating…so…when he approached me and sat down to talk to me, it was clear what was on his mind, but we still chatted while we stuffed our faces.”
“As one does before sex…”
“Good point. I should have known he was playing me.”
“Beautiful, if he was playing you, he’s an idiot because you’re irresistible.”
“Thank you, but not to him.” I covered my face. What had gotten into me? I couldn’t believe I was telling him this. “He asked for my phone. He was going to put his number in and said we could meet up later. I gave it over, and it took him forever. I don’t know why I didn’t realize what was happening, but…long story short…he didn’t add his number. He’d Venmo’d himself money from my phone.”
Elliott whipped his head in my direction. “Shut the fuck up! No way.”
“I swear. Why would I make up something so embarrassing? That was it. That was when I knew it was time to take a break.”
“Their loss, my gain.” He winked, and I maybe melted inside.
The moment we got out of the car, Elliott kissed me, his arms surrounding me as we both tried to stay on our feet and make our way to the door at the same time.
“I’ll meet you in your room,” I said, thinking it was better to do this there than in mine. That way I could go back to my space afterward. I also wanted to do some freshening up first.
“Okay.” Elliott nodded. “Race you upstairs.”
I ran before I agreed to race. Elliott called me a cheater but was right behind me. Our shoes banged against the floor, sounding like a herd of elephants on the stairs. The second we hit the landing, his arm wrapped around my waist and he backed me against the wall. “Not fair,” he said before his mouth slammed down on mine again. My cock was already hard. I wanted him so bad, wanted to let him suck me and then suck him, but Christ, we’d been doing this for a while now and we hadn’t fucked yet.
“Stop. I want this inside me.” I palmed his swollen shaft.
“You’re killin’ me, beautiful. Hurry. Be a good boy and don’t make me wait too long.”
“Fuck. Yes. I’m going.” I raced to my room, stripping out of my clothes as I went. I knew my body fairly well, and there was a good chance we’d be okay, but I didn’t want to risk any accidents. I hurriedly cleaned up, not pausing to think about tonight or Elliott and risk my good sense telling me to stop this.
I was naked when I made my way back to his room and… What. The. Fuck. He was sleeping?
Elliott was nude too, on his back, eyes closed. My whole body deflated because how bad could he want me if he’d passed out that quickly, but then…wait, was there a small smile on his lips? “Oh my God. You asshole!”
He exploded with laughter as I launched myself at him and straddled him on the bed. “You’re a jerk. I thought I was gonna have to resort to my dildo or Fleshlight…again.”
“Fuuuuuck. Me too. I’ve been getting myself off every night.”
“You should let me watch.”
“Gladly. Now bring that sexy mouth down here and kiss me.”
Elliott didn’t have to ask twice. I slid my tongue between his lips, caressing his with mine. My dick flooded with heat, getting hard and plump in what felt like seconds flat.
We rutted together, making out, hard body against hard body. As good as this felt, though, I needed more. “You promised if I was good, I’d get your cock.” Shit, I couldn’t believe he got me to talk that way. It wasn’t something I’d ever done with anyone else.
Elliott slid his hand around my ass, between my cheeks. I lifted up some to give him better access. “Do you have a hungry little hole?” he asked, making my dick twitch.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Good because I’ve been dying to have it. You made me wait so long for what I know is going to be my favorite ass. I might not want to stop fucking it, might sleep with my dick inside you, and every time I wake up, just start fucking you again.”
Hello, dirty talk. He was a pro at this.
“Tell me you want me,” Elliott said.