Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I grabbed his shoulder and flipped him onto his stomach, using more strength than I was used to exerting if I got a little rough in bed. His size was unfamiliar and exhilarating at the same time.
“You think I’ll ever get over wanting to fuck you?”
“I mean, I’m fine, but shit happens.”
It was hard to be serious with him sassing me left and right. I ground my cotton-covered erection against the seam of his ass to shut him up. After coming out of the rain, I’d changed into loose black shorts and he’d opted for keeping on his thin briefs. If the lights were on, they’d probably be see-through.
“Fine, I’ll play along. Let’s say this all fades away once we’re back with our teams and only seeing each other when we have to.” I kept rocking against him and braced the back of his neck with one of my hands. He turned his head just slightly so I could speak directly into his ear. “So that means I should be inside you as much as possible before that time comes, right?”
“That’s exactly what that means.”
If this turned out to be nothing more than an extended fantasy, I was happy to get as much out of it as I got before our number came up. And judging by the eager way he rolled his ass back on me, he felt the same way.
I dragged him up by the neck, forceful but not too rough, and turned his head to the side. It was darker with our backs to the candles, but I found his lips by searching the side of his face with wet wandering kisses. The sting of his stubble and the musky taste of rain, sweat, and his cologne set my heart to a steady gallop, more so than the crown of my dick cresting along his ass.
Maybe Simeon was right that those thoughts would fade once we were uprooted from this situation, but right now they prompted me to kiss him so hard he ran out of breath. Or maybe he ran out of breath because there was a two hundred and forty-pound man humping him while sucking on his tongue. I preferred to think it was the talent of my kisses.
There was a hardness and a sweetness to Simeon that intoxicated me with every touch. It made me pant for him, salivate for him, and think of nothing but my aching need to feel his body completely bared against my own.
“Take your underwear off,” I mumbled against his swollen mouth. “Lemme in that ass.”
“Lube,” he commanded hoarsely, writhing as my hands wandered all over his bare torso. “Especially if you do me like you did last time.”
“Last time I was too busy playing games to enjoy this beautiful fucking body of yours.” I sucked on his shoulder, hoping it left a mark. For the next three weeks, I planned to leave signs of my touch all over his body. “It will be different this time.”
“How?”
“First things first . . .”
I rolled over onto my back and lifted my own hips to shimmy out of my shorts. My dick sprang up, proud and needy, as I extended an arm to destroy the side table looking for my jerk-off lube. It was water-based, not the heavy-duty silicone shit he’d probably prefer for what I wanted to do to him, but it’d have to do.
“Put this on me,” I said, pressing the tube into his hand. “Please? Every time you touch my dick I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Simeon straddled me. “How do you know you’re not? Maybe that first encounter launched you into an extended fever dream, and now you’re just plum crazy.”
He finished the sentence with a slow drizzle of the lubricant all over my piece. It strained against the liquid like it was a signal for more suction and tightness to come. Simeon granted me that promise by tugging on my dick with both hands. He twisted them in opposite directions, fingers tight around my shaft while one of his thumbs pressed against the slit.
“Oh yeah,” I hissed, bucking my hips up. “You’re so good, baby.”
“I know.” He moved his hands faster, twisting and tugging in coordination I’d never be able to mimic. “I can feel you pulsing. The blood rushing through your veins. Makes me want to suck the come out of you.”
“Fuck.” I tilted my head against the pillows, eyes rolling back. "You love the taste, huh?”
“I do love the taste. You should try it.” At my skeptical grunt, he leaned over and down to lick the side of my face. “One day I’ll swallow all yours and kiss you with it still in my mouth.”
“That’s gross,” I muttered unconvincingly. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“You’d love it because you’re as filthy as me.”
“Well, we got time to try it out, right?”