Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Sam. Sam.” Worth made a keening noise. Bingo.
“Is that it?” I panted. “Better?”
“Any better, and you’ll have to peel me off the roof.” He shuddered. “Touch me. Please. Touch me.”
Another good reminder. I was supposed to make sure he came first. Ideally. I shifted again, getting a hand on his cock. He was thick and hot, and merely holding him in my fist like earlier was enough to get me on the edge. The weight, girth, and velvety softness of his cock made my thighs tense and my biceps burn. I wanted to come more than I’d wanted anything ever.
Except maybe wanting Worth to climax first.
A race. That’s what this was. No time for orgasm denial or begging theatrics. Simply a flat-out race to make Worth orgasm.
“Come for me,” I ordered Worth, stroking him hard and fast as I kept a steady thrusting tempo. Couldn’t thrust too quickly or the game would be over in a hurry, but when I held still to try to buy myself precious seconds, Worth whimpered and rocked back against me.
He needed me. Worth. Needed. Me. I thrust to the beat of that thought. Worth. Needed. Me. Not for everything, but in this, right here and now, he needed what I and I alone could give him.
So I gave it to him, hard and deep, aiming for his spot over and over until I couldn’t tell which of us was moaning, until there was no separation, no line where I ended and he began, simply us. Doing this.
Making. Love.
I was making love to Worth Stapleton, and it was both everything I’d ever imagined and so very much more.
My back tensed, abs going bodybuilder tight. I was going to lose the race, but I’d win the war for Worth’s heart and soul if it was the last thing I ever did.
“Come for me,” I repeated, far more desperately, as I tumbled right over the edge.
“Sam.” Head lifting off the pillow, Worth drew my name out into at least ten syllables, and all that need burst into white-hot pleasure behind my eyes. And right as I came, his cock pulsed in my hand, come running down my fist.
My orgasm felt amazing, the best rush of my life, the hardest, deepest come, but it was his that was truly special. I drank in his every moan and tried to memorize how his muscles stiffened. He reached for his face, but rather than tug the blindfold free, he pressed it into his eyes with his fist.
Obeying me. I’d never felt so powerful in my whole life. Worth had come at the same moment as me because I’d ordered it, because I’d told him to, same as he’d left the blindfold in place. Incredible. Pulse thready, my breath stayed choppy even as orgasm retreated.
“A tie. We tied. Excellent.” The urge for giddy laughter finally triumphed, giggles breaking free as I struggled to stay upright.
“Eh?” Worth made a confused noise. Trying for grace, I untangled us, but judging by his wince, I needed to work on my pulling-out skills.
“We came at the same time.” I removed the condom and stretched to put it in the bedside trashcan. “And that’s pretty rare, right? Like, not bad for the first time trying it?”
“Sam. I might not survive if you’re hell-bent on leveling up next time.” Worth groaned, and I preened at the mention of a next time. “Yes, simultaneous orgasm is a myth.”
“Except we just did it,” I crowed. Removing his blindfold, I bent to give him a sound kiss on the mouth.
“Apparently.” Blinking at the last of the evening light pouring in through the attic windows, he yawned. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”
“Or unbelievable at fucking.” I flopped down next to him.
“You’re adorable come-drunk.” He threw an arm over me, gathering me close. “Thank you. That was exactly what I needed.”
I frowned and sat back up. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“I’m not sure what else to say when you just made me see God and the Big Bang. Bang.” He laughed. Maybe he was also come-drunk, whatever that was. “I could beg you for a repeat, but three orgasms in a night seems ambitious even for you.”
“Ha. Challenge accepted. I’m going to bring you some dinner, and then I’ll make you believe in miracles.”
“God, I love it when you boast.” Worth gave a tired laugh. “You’re the first braggart I’ve ever known who backs it up.”
“Good.” I dropped a kiss square in the middle of his back. And he might love me cocky and toppy, but I wasn’t going to give up until he loved me, full stop. I’d seen what we could be together, and no way on earth was I giving that up.
Chapter Eighteen
Worth
I woke up in Sam’s bed, which, at this point, was a given. I had a side, Buttercup had a spot, and my charger and phone had a home on the nightstand. For all intents and purposes, I was moved in. As the early-morning Monday sun crept into the room, what was different was me. Aches in places that didn’t usually have aches. Pleasant twinges and reminders of yesterday’s triple-header sex.