Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
He looked every bit like the perfect Abercrombie guy I’d met in the bar that night. But now I knew so much more about who he really was underneath, and it only made him hotter.
“Having second thoughts?” he asked, turning his head to one side.
“Having a million thoughts about what I want to do to your body,” I said in a low voice, looking him up and down. “Most of them involving my tongue.”
I tore my own clothes off and moved closer to him, gently pushing him backward until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. I stepped between his legs, pushing them apart with my knee, and leaned over.
“You sure?” he murmured. “About all of this?”
“What, you think I’m suddenly going to remember I’m straight, freak out, and run away like I just saw a ghost?” I said, getting close to his face and kissing him gently on his temple.
He puffed out a laugh. “Maybe.”
“I want you,” I said. “And I want you to be my first time fucking another guy.”
I’d kind of be fine with you being the first and only guy I fuck, actually, I thought, but I kept it to myself.
I couldn’t see how I could possibly ever want someone else this much, but I didn’t need to let him know that right now.
His cock throbbed in front of me, the little bit of glistening precome shining in the light. “You know I like it when you talk about it being your first time.”
“I like it, too,” I said. I leaned over and kissed him deeply, letting my tongue slide out against his. “You’re giving me a whole lot of first times, Shane.”
He moaned as I let my fist close around his cock. “Want you inside me,” he uttered against my lips.
“I know you do.”
I pushed him further up onto the bed and guided him onto his stomach. He was ass-up now on the bed, and I let my palm slide against his cheeks, giving them each a squeeze.
“And I know you like being my student, too,” he said.
I let my fingertips trail along his hole and I loved the reaction it got out of him. He arched under my touch, moaning softly again.
“So start teaching me,” I said.
“Right. Yes,” he said. “Lube and condom on the bedside table. Slick up your fingers, put them in me—I mean, fuck, for all I care you can just slick up your cock and shove it in me as soon as you want, because I’m pretty sure I could take you right now like this. I don’t care if it hurts.”
“You are cute when you’re desperate,” I said. “But I’ll warm you up a little.”
I snapped open the lube and got my fingers slicked. Shane was already reaching up to grip some of his sheet in one hand, anticipating my touch. I wanted to draw it out, but I was just as impatient as he was, to be honest.
I tried two fingers, pushing past the tight ring of his hole. He gripped the sheets harder, but he seemed to like this at the same time, because he actually shoved back against my fingers, making them go deeper right away.
“God, that is good,” he said, his voice breathy.
“You’re wild,” I said. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“I told you, I’m good at taking dick,” he said. “I can handle it.”
Fuck.
He was trying to drive me crazy. It was working so well.
I let out a low growl, enjoying the tight squeeze of him around my fingers. He craned his head backward, looking back at me for a moment with a smolder in his eyes.
“You’re giving me a look,” I said.
He bit his lower lip. “I have something I need to admit to you.”
I slowly pushed my fingers in a bit deeper. I could watch the look on his face now, and I loved seeing the small changes in his expression as he took more and more.
“Tell me,” I murmured.
He pulled in a slow breath, the slightly mischievous look returning to his face again. “You know how I had the Christmas boxer briefs?”
“Oh no. What are you about to say?”
“I may or may not also have a Christmas… toy.”
I couldn’t stop a smile from spreading over my face. Shane had the ability to make me laugh even when I was literally deep inside him.
“Something about the way you’re saying that makes me think you might have even more than one Christmas toy.”
Now he was smiling, too. “Guilty,” he said. “Third drawer down.”
I slid my fingers out of him and leaned over, immediately looking in the drawer. “Oh my God.”
He hadn’t been kidding. There was a dildo in the drawer that not only was Christmas-themed—it was a full-on candy cane, with red and green stripes all the way down the plastic. He also had various other toys, some of which I didn’t even recognize, and all at once I found myself overwhelmed and so intrigued I barely knew what to do with myself.