Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I missed your cock,” I murmured.
“Only been a few days,” he said.
“Too long.”
I hopped in the shower, more impatient than ever. As I lathered body wash all over me, I felt Harlan’s bulk come up against me from behind, and I leaned back into him. He let his cock slide up and down against the cleft of my ass, very clearly teasing me for what was going to come later.
He wrapped his arms around me, reaching around to grip my cock.
“You like this kind of torture, huh?” he said low near the back of my ear. “Knowing I’m going to fill you up? Having it this close?”
He gently pressed the tip of his cock between my cheeks, teasing at my hole but not pushing inside at all yet. I moaned involuntarily, reaching one hand up onto the shower wall.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I like it. Way too fucking much.”
He dipped his head near my shoulder and pressed a few slow kisses onto the side of my neck. “You’ll get more.”
A moment later he pulled his cock out from between my cheeks all at once, and I knew it was his own little revenge for when I’d teased him earlier tonight. Before I could complain, though, he’d started lathering his hands with body wash and running his hands down along my hips, my ass, and then around my hole.
My cock jumped at the feeling. The sensation of his fingertips swirling around my hole was already so goddamn good. It felt wildly intimate—the kind of thing I hadn’t done with anyone else before, but something I very much wanted from him.
He was so strong and so gentle, all at once. I relaxed under his touch, letting him clean me completely and then rinse me off.
“Good revenge,” I said. “I like that kind of revenge.”
I helped him clean off just like he had with me. My hands skated over his skin, along the soft trails of hair and baby-soft areas near his hips. Touching his ass felt like some forbidden gift, firm and muscular but still so squeezable.
By the time we were done showering, I felt like I was in some sort of lust-crazed frenzy. I wanted to drape my whole body across his. By the time we’d turned off the shower and dried off, I was barely able to think, and I stared at him with no damn clue what to actually do now. I wanted everything, but didn’t know the steps to get there.
“Bend over. On the bed,” Harlan said, saving me from being overwhelmed right when I needed it most. When I met his gaze, there was a firm command in his eyes, like he knew that being ordered around was exactly what I needed right now.
A thrill went through me. Straight to my dick. “As in…”
“All fours,” he said with a nod, a fire behind his eyes. “You knew what I meant.”
Fuck. How had I never noticed how deep and velvety his voice was? Night after night I’d passed out next to him, gone camping with him, or had him close to me on the couch, and I hadn’t realized that the sound of his voice went straight to the pleasure center of my body, making me want to do whatever he said.
Maybe all it took was knowing that he’d be willing to fuck me. And now every nerve ending in my body responded to his low voice, immediately following what he’d said.
I sank down onto the mattress, getting on all fours for him. Immediately I felt completely vulnerable and exposed. The small, glowy lamp on his bedside table was illuminated, and I focused on the softness of his sheets below my knees and palms, my heart pounding as I waited for more.
Was he just going to lube me up and shove it in? Not that I would have complained about that, even for one second—
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as the warmth of one of his hands landed on my ass cheek. I heard the sound of him spit and a moment later, the warmth of his slick finger landed on my hole.
“It’s just my finger,” he said.
“I want it inside me,” I said.
“Nope. Not yet.”
He swirled it around, just teasing me like he’d been doing in the shower. He leaned his whole body over mine, covering my back with kisses and licking the side of my body. His teeth came down on my skin near my hip, gently biting me, and I shivered.
“I like when you do that,” I said.
He used his palm to gently push down on the small of my back, until I was bent even lower, closer toward the mattress. My face was up near a pillow, and it had the same clean laundry scent that all his clothes usually had.
That smell was more intoxicating than any drug in the world.