Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I grated out, bracing my hands against the wall as his other hand came around, wrapping my shaft and moving in languid strokes, then stopping before starting again when I groaned.
“I want you right on the edge for me. Then I’m gonna lay you down in that bed, work you open with my fingers and my tongue, make you ache for me to fill you with my cock. Then I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress until you come. Sound good?”
It was a good thing Cullen had eased off my cock again as he spoke those words low in my ear, nipping the lobe at the end, because I might have painted the shower wall otherwise. As it was, I exhaled a ragged breath and managed a nod, giving myself over to the pleasure of his touch as he began caressing my hole once more. If I hadn’t been a stubborn bastard, I’d probably have begged for it right then.
I practically floated from the shower to the bed, both of us only half-dry, still studded with water droplets, and impatient. Cullen pushed me onto the mattress, and I hooked an arm around him, dragging him down with me. Sealing my lips to his, I groaned at the silky tangle of his tongue with mine, the taste of him, and knew I’d be missing it in less than twenty-four hours.
Cullen kissed his way down my chest, along my V-lines, and gave a brief, teasing suck to my throbbing cock before moving lower and flicking his tongue over my hole when I widened my legs for him. My fingers tangled through his wet strands as he licked and sucked at me, driving me wild by never staying in any one spot for long.
My eyes fluttered open as he nipped at my hip bone. I was lost in bliss, about to lose my mind, and the fucker was grinning.
“Remember the first time we did this?”
I tightened my grip in his hair. “It worked out, didn’t it? Just took me a minute.” I’d been too tense and couldn’t relax at first. We’d probably only fucked a couple of times by that point and were still figuring it all out. We kept busting up laughing because I couldn’t stop clenching up, but when Cullen had finally gotten inside me, it’d been fire. Somehow one of the most awkward and sexiest experiences of my life. “But thanks for reminding me, jackass.”
“It’s always good to stay humble.” The curve of Cullen’s lips was affectionate as he started working my cock again, and then with a firm press, his lubed fingers were breaching me. “I like to think my technique got better, too.”
“Fuck yes.” I nodded my agreement, then let my head fall back against the mattress as pleasure spiked through me. My ass, my cock, my skin. Cullen was everywhere, it seemed, and had me arching off the bed in seconds as he pegged my prostate with his fingertips.
“I can’t…” I muttered brokenly. “Get your cock inside me.”
“Tell me how much you want it.” Cullen slid between my thighs, pushing up my knees, and the head of his sheathed cock pressed against my hole.
“More than I ever wanted a damn bowl ring.” I gripped his biceps and hissed as he pushed inside me. He was the only one in years and the only one who’d ever felt right—something I just couldn’t explain.
Searing pressure gave way to a mellower warmth that suffused my core as he pulled back and inched deeper inside.
“Fuck, Houston.” The words came on a stuttery moan as he sank home and dropped to his elbows, face hovering over mine, his lips brushing along my lower jaw. “It’s been too damn long.”
I couldn’t speak, but if I’d been able to, I would’ve agreed. I clutched at his asscheeks, digging my fingers into hard muscle, driving him forward as we found a steady pace that made our breaths ragged, and our kisses came in fervent intervals between.
A different kind of pressure built at the base of my spine as he moved, intertwining with the relentless friction of his abs against my leaking cock. It exploded all at once, and I let out a cry with an orgasm that seemed to hit me from all sides and spilled hot and thick on my stomach.
Cullen let out a harsh grunt, hips moving faster as he pummeled my ass and crashed over the edge. I could feel the strength of his release in the pulse of his cock inside me and how he collapsed onto my chest, both of us panting.
“Christ,” he muttered, and we both chuckled softly, slow to release ourselves from the tangle of limbs until he softened and started slipping out of me.
After we got cleaned up, we crawled back into bed, lying facing each other in the darkness.