Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“Hey,” he said, studying me. “It’s just you and me. Even if you decide—”
“No way.” I pushed onto my knees and positioned myself closer. Leaning down, I pecked his lips for good luck—or maybe because it made me feel closer to him. And braver.
I lost my breath when my tip brushed against his rim.
Carefully, I prodded my way beyond the ring of muscle, and holy fuck. If I thought my fingers felt tight and warm, my dick was a whole other level.
“Goddamn…” It was hard to believe I was inside his body, except for that thing where I already felt on the edge of losing it. My whole body tingled, from my scalp to my heels.
“Right?” His voice was shaky and hoarse. “So good.”
I tilted my hips, watching more of my shaft disappear inside his body. When I was buried to the hilt, I stopped moving, trying to take in all the sensations. The heat and tightness, the way my heart tripped as I looked down at him.
“What now?”
He trailed his fingers against my arm. “Fuck me as hard as you want.”
“Are you sure?”
“Is that even a question?” he teased. “Start moving, please. I need it.”
I rocked forward, setting a comfortable rhythm as I gritted my teeth and listened to his moans for any signs of discomfort. His cock looked neglected as it leaked all over his stomach, so I stretched my hand to fist it.
“Oh God, just like that,” he cried out.
I snapped my hips, driving forward, while I stroked him with a sloppy grip. Despite the uneven pace, it felt fucking incredible. The room filled with the sound of our skin slapping together and our heavy breaths.
Emil was moaning and mumbling, which made it feel next-level. Like we were more connected than we’d ever been. Joined as one in that moment. Was this how it always felt in a relationship? Or was it because this thing we had was special?
He gently batted my hand away as he took over stroking his cock. “Fuck me harder, B!”
I adjusted my hands on the underside of his thighs and began driving into him with a vigor I never had before. Like I had a fever or was on fire. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did as I plowed him over and over again.
“Oh God, I’m gonna need your dick inside me every day forevermore.”
A low growl ripped from my throat like I was a ferocious animal. Maybe a lion who was preening because I was making the guy I was wild about lose his mind.
Sweat trickled down my back as I kept up the pace, but before long, I was only a few heartbeats from coming undone. “I need…oh God, not gonna last.”
Emil’s hand stroked faster as his hips arched toward me, matching my thrusts. It was sloppy but also pretty damned perfect. Maybe that’s why we worked.
He cried out as come gushed from his cock all over his stomach. When his ass tightened around my cock, I was a goner. I spurted into the condom like a rocket shooting to the stars. I moaned and shuddered through my orgasm, and hot damn, that’d been the best sex of my life.
“Don’t know how we can ever top that,” I murmured, sinking against him.
“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” he slurred, and I chuckled against his skin.
I stood to dispose of the condom, but he pulled me back to the bed, not caring that he was sticky and hot, and apparently, neither did I. Before our breaths evened out, his lips were on mine, likely because he knew I needed it.
But maybe he needed it too.
23
EMIL
The last couple of weeks had been like living in a dream. We’d FaceTimed both sets of parents to tell them the news that Bones and I were dating, but neither of our families seemed that surprised.
“Anyone paying attention could’ve guessed it,” Lark said to me during lunch. “The Ping-Pong tournaments that were like foreplay? Seriously?” He raised a brow.
My entire face felt hot because he wasn’t far off. We’d upped the stakes recently with BJs or handjobs, not to mention screwing like rabbits in every possible position.
Flash and A-Train had taken to making sex noises whenever we were around because of the one time after the fall festival when I’d gotten loud and they’d heard us outside the door. Bones had won me a plush dragon at the balloon-toss game, like some knight in shining armor, and I obviously needed to show him my appreciation. I didn’t even gloat that I’d let him beat my score. It was called compromise.
But what his teammates didn’t know was just how sweet and swoony he was. And how much I adored him for his thoughtfulness. Consent was indeed sexy.
After marching-band practice and supper in the dining hall, I headed to the dorm to finish an assignment. Given that we shared a room, we’d set strict boundaries around classwork and grades so our parents wouldn’t have anything to worry about. And with the recital coming up, dress rehearsals were grueling, and some days, it felt like I was barely keeping up. But one lopsided, smirky grin from my boyfriend was all it took to remind me it was worth it.