Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Get off me, you oaf.” He squeezed Fitch’s sweaty ass cheek and felt his chuckle.
“Christ, you never quit.”
“Mmm, haven’t so far.”
With a pained groan, Fitch lifted himself enough to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Determination. I like it.”
“No, just survival instinct.”
With two fingers anchoring the condom, Fitch eased out. It didn’t sting too bad, but Ansel still hissed.
“Sorry.”
“You’ve got a fat fucking cock, nothing to be sorry about.”
One corner of Fitch’s mouth tipped up. “Should I be saying you’re welcome, then?”
Ansel’s smile turned coy and he batted his lashes playfully. “Thank you, baby, you fucked me like no other ever has. You rocked my world.”
“Where can I toss this?” Fitch dangled the come-filled condom, eyes darkening with something that looked like jealousy.
Damn. He didn’t have a wastebasket in his room. Thinking fast, Ansel sat up and took the soppy latex.
“In the bathroom, I’ll take it. Be right back.”
The awkward after-sex shit was about to start and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it now, after the intensity of their fucking. Not to mention the weirdness of being in his own domain. He should have felt more comfortable here, but being in his safe space with Fitch was just fucking odd. Another jumble of confusion on top of everything else. He eyed the bedside clock on his way out and noted the time.
Almost three in the morning. He tried to remember when Ange said she’d be home and came up blank. Just in case, he tiptoed down the hall and closed the door as quietly as he could. Before disposing of the condom, he wrapped it in a bunch of toilet paper. He didn’t want Ange to see it and start interrogating him. For the next five minutes, he avoided the situation by cleaning up, the whole time debating with himself as to how to handle kicking Fitch out. In the end, he decided to be honest. He did have shit to do in the morning after all.
But when he got back to his room, Fitch had spread himself out on the bed. Still naked, his cock hung limp between his widespread legs. His eyes were closed when Ansel returned, but at the sound of the door he opened them and patted the mattress at his side.
“I’ll leave in a minute. I know you’ll want to get some sleep. Just come here for a little while. I don’t think I’m strong enough to drive yet.”
Ansel shook his head and sighed. Everything in him wanted to snuggle up to that big, furry body, to feel the warmth seep into his bones, to have those arms around him while he fell asleep. He couldn’t allow any of that. But he did slide onto the bed and rest his head in his hand.
“Tell me why you’re not freaking out.”
“About what?”
“You just had gay sex. Doesn’t that make you anxious?”
Fitch sighed. “I freaked out, trust me. The first time we met, I’d been in the john chastising myself for getting hard during your dance. Then I spent the whole night and day after our first kiss debating and denying. It wasn’t fun.”
“And now?”
Fitch wet his lips and rolled so they were both on their sides facing each other. “Now I’m just following my gut. I don’t know. There’s still a little voice in the back of my head telling me this should feel weird, wrong. But it doesn’t. Not at all. It feels fucking amazing. All of it. So to hell with my brain.”
Ansel dropped his gaze to the middle of Fitch’s chest. “How different was it?”
“You mean from fucking a woman?”
Nodding, Ansel followed the pattern of stitches on his comforter with a finger.
“I don’t really know how to answer that,” Fitch said. “You’ve never been with a girl?”
“No, I’ve known I was gay since before puberty so there wasn’t really a point in experimenting.”
“Are you asking because you’re worried I didn’t like it?”
Ansel scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. I know I’m a great fuck. I’m just curious.”
Fitch studied him a moment. “Well, I guess it’s only different because the vagina produces its own lube so it gets slippery if you do it right. But in my experience, anal is tighter, hotter, much dirtier. Both are fun. But I have to say fucking you is probably going to be on my highlight reel.”
Stupidly, Ansel warmed at the compliment. “Good. I’d like to imagine you jerking off remembering how good my ass felt.”
“I can pretty much guarantee it.”
Neither spoke again for another few minutes. The only sounds were those from the street below and the occasional ragged breath between them. Fitch reached out and touched the dog tags around Ansel’s neck.
“Why don’t you ever take this off?”
Ansel sucked in a breath and rolled to his back, the pain of loss suddenly fresh because of the memories Fitch’s innocent question stirred to life. He didn’t want to answer, but his mind went back to their phone conversation and how understanding Fitch had been when he avoided family questions.