Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I smiled as Sutton took my hand and led me to the couch. He sat down beside me.
“You were right about me, about last night and what it was. I ain’t proud of that, but it’s the truth, and I’m gonna fix it. I want you to know I’m gonna do everything in my power to get my thoughts right. My head is all screwed up with things I’ve seen and what I’ve been taught, but I know in here”—I touched my chest—“that it’s wrong. I just need to get my heart and my head to sync better. I’m not ashamed of you or of lovin’ you, and it sure as shit don’t make me feel like less of a man, but I gotta figure out how to unlearn all the stuff that’s been fed to me my whole life.”
“I’m here for whatever you need. We’ll figure it out together.”
I knew we would, but it was exactly what I needed to hear.
“What happened?” Sutton asked.
I told him what I’d realized last night and this morning, and about the things I told my parents, the things I now saw.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I am too, but I’m done tryin’ to be who he wants me to be. I love who I am with you, that I can be myself in ways I can’t with no one else. I love the way you touch me, the way you make me feel like I’m the most important thing in your whole fuckin’ world, and that ain’t weak, Sutt. That’s strength.”
Saying the words reinforced their truth. This world was so fucked up sometimes, but this, me and Sutton, people like us, we were changing it.
“I want you, Sutt…want you to fuck me, remind me who I belong to. Let me feel you inside me because that’s where you belong.”
His eyes blazed with undeniable heat. It singed me, burned me up, and damned if I didn’t want to end up in ashes because of him.
Sutton’s mouth slammed down on mine. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, taking me. I gave myself to him—I’d always been his anyway—as he worked open my pants and I did the same to him.
Sutton’s mouth parted from mine, pulling a whimper out of my throat.
“Shh. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Not now, not ever.”
He pulled me on top of him, so I straddled his lap before tugging my T-shirt off and throwing it to the floor. His strong arms wrapped around me, his mouth exploring my torso. He kissed my chest, licked my nipples, nibbled them and sucked hickeys along my pecs, marking me.
“Fuck…that feels so good.” My hand tangled in his hair, and I pulled him closer, wanting nothing between us. “I need more. Need to feel you inside me.”
“Where?” he asked. “Where do you want me?”
I knew what he was doing. It made my lust kick up another notch, my dick get harder and my craving for him grow.
“In my ass…your fingers in my hole.” There was strength in saying that, in telling him what I wanted, in owning it. I didn’t want to spend my life wondering why I liked it so much. I just did, and there was nothing wrong with that.
“It’s my favorite place to be.” He kissed the tip of my nose, swatted my ass. “Get up,” he told me, and I did.
We stood, and Sutton took his time removing my clothes—shoes, jeans, underwear—until I stood naked before him. My dick was aching and leaking, my nipples red, and three purple marks from Sutton’s mouth painted my chest.
I watched, riveted, as he took his clothes off. “I want to suck you off first. I like it, bein’ on my knees for you and how it makes me feel.”
“Yes, fuck yes,” Sutton replied, and I dropped down.
I breathed him in, musky and salty. He hadn’t showered like me, but I didn’t care. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of him, before licking the head of his cock.
“Christ, you don’t know how fuckin’ beautiful you are like that, down on your knees for me.”
“I like drivin’ ya wild. I feel like I’m in control down here.” He didn’t get the chance to respond before I sucked him down. I couldn’t say I was the best at it. I gagged and couldn’t take him deep, but Sutton didn’t care. My name fell from his lips over and over and over again, like some kind of prayer. His fingers tangled in my hair. I used my hand to stroke him while I licked and savored the feel of his cock on my tongue. I kissed his balls and heard him hiss before taking one, then the other into my mouth, laving them, tasting the sweat of his skin, and damned if I didn’t love that too.