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)
“You okay?” he asked.
“Can you… turn over, maybe? So I can see you?”
He flipped onto his back, looking up at me. Fucking hell, if I thought he was flushed before, it was nothing compared to his face now, pink and hot and… well, like he’d been fucked.
So. Damn. Hot.
“Lift my hips up,” he said, scooting lower on the bed.
Already, I could tell how much I liked this. He was facing me now, and being over him like this already felt good, and I wasn’t even back inside him yet.
I grabbed him beneath his hips, using my strength to hoist up his ass from the bed a little. He spread his legs for me, and I pushed one leg up so that I could find an angle to line up with his hole again.
“Like that,” he said, nodding once at me, his pretty blue eyes locked on mine. “Right there.”
I spread him open and pushed inside him again, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment as I felt him grip around me again.
“Perfect,” I said as I let my eyes open again, looking down at him. “Fuck, I really wanted to see you.”
“I like looking at you, too, not going to lie,” he murmured.
I leaned over him, closing the gap so that I could claim his mouth in a kiss even as I was fucking him.
And that was exactly what I had wanted. Needed. I wasn’t sure how kissing him felt like it rocketed my arousal up like it was going into outer space, but that was exactly how it was to have my lips on his.
As he moaned I could hear it right up close. He was moaning into my mouth as his tight hole squeezed around my cock, and my whole body was melting into one big cloud of pure sensation.
“I needed this,” I uttered, barely aware of what I was babbling as I fucked him faster. “I needed you so badly.”
He had no idea how much I meant it.
I’d needed him today, yes. But I’d also needed him in my life. There was no denying that anymore.
“You feel amazing—Jesus Christ,” he whispered. I felt him reaching down to his cock in the space between us, starting to desperately stroke himself. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I’m close,” I murmured. “It’s so good, Shane—”
Shane’s body clenched up below me, and as he began to come, it only made his ass tighten further around me, sending me into overdrive. A string of incoherent swearing left my mouth as I fucked him hard and deep, feeling myself draw closer to the edge.
And then he moaned deeply as he came, looking right into my eyes.
I couldn’t resist those eyes.
I lost control, filling the condom deep inside him, my body feeling like jelly as I let the sensation crash over me.
Nothing in my life had felt quite like it. Something had shifted inside me, small but also colossal. The tightness of him around me, sure, but also the pure sense of belonging. There was nowhere else in the world I wanted to be. No person I could have imagined being more comfortable with. I’d known him for a relatively short amount of time, but I felt so right with him. Like something clicked into place, anytime I was near him.
It was perfect. And for once, I didn’t give a damn about doubting it.
I was going to let myself enjoy it. Because what else did I have to lose?
I was still breathing hard as I pulled out of him, tossing away the condom and cleaning us both off a little with some tissues from the nightstand. He was lying back on the bed in his hottest fallen-angel style, arms above his head and a serene look on his face.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him.
I love this.
I want more.
Is any of this for real?
Instead I just breathed deep, giving him a small smile and a little squeeze on the thigh before lying down beside him.
“How’d I do, teacher?” I asked.
Both of us slowly laughed, catching our breath. The snow was gently falling outside again past the window, and for a moment I felt like I was floating midair.
“You get a solid A,” he said.
“Not an A-plus?” I teased. “Well, clearly I need to work harder next time.”
I let the last two words hang between us, hoping he would take the bait.
Will there be a next time, Shane? Would you want that just as fucking badly as I would, or is this still just all pretend?
“I’m pretty sure Harvey is going to hang me if I don’t show up for work soon,” he said, and part of the magic in the air disappeared.
“Wait,” I said. “You have to go into work today?”
“Yup,” he told me. “He’s pretty lenient on snow days, though. He won’t mind that I’m fifteen minutes late.”