Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
When he withdrew his fingers and rubbed them all along my folds I cried out. The feeling was so intense, his hard body rushing into mine as his soft fingers tortured my pussy. My muscles tensed, seizing on the feelings he was bringing to my surface.
“Your virgin ass is trying to make me come,” he bit out.
I pushed back into him, his words spurring me onto his cock harder and harder. He flicked his fingertips over my clit. His groans and the slippery sounds from his cock in my ass echoed in my mind and made my clit feel as if it would explode.
“You going to come, Goldy? I’ll let you set the pace. You come, and I’ m going to fill your ass with cum.” He kept rocking into me and playing with my clit as I panted into the bed.
When he dragged his index finger across me and began rubbing hard against my sensitive nub, my body shattered and I screamed my orgasm into the comforter. I froze as my walls contracted and I rocketed into the sky, sending sparks showering down in my wake.
“Fuck!” he cried and gripped my hip hard as he surged into my ass. He came deep inside, his spend coating me as my ass and pussy shuddered at the pure bliss he’d elicited. He thrust until he collapsed onto my back. I sank beneath him, my legs spreading as my hips met the bed.
He was breathing hard, his hard chest pressing into my back as he sucked in gulps of air. I was utterly sated, worn out. I had never had so much sex – much less great sex – in all my life.
Jericho pulled out from my ass, wetness running out and onto the bed, and rolled onto his side next to me. He pulled me into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me. I rested my head in the crook of his neck. I inhaled his scent, like soap and something spicier. He stroked my hair, tangling his fingers in the strands before smoothing them out.
“Thanks, Goldy,” he whispered in my ear.
I fell asleep in his arms, where I’d wanted to be ever since the first moment we met.
***
I woke to the sound of a door slamming. Bleary-eyed, I looked at my alarm clock. It was just after eleven on Sunday morning. Shit.
I was supposed to pick Todd up at the airport at ten. I jumped out of bed, sore in all the right places from my night with Jericho. I threw on a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, before toileting and dashing into the living room.
Todd’s roller bag and satchel were next to the couch. I let out a sigh of relief. Either Garrett had picked him up or he’d taken a cab – either way, he wasn’t waiting at the airport for me and getting super pissed off every minute I didn’t show.
I heard voices coming from his room. His door was closed. Maybe he and Garrett were talking about what a dolt I was for being late? I crept to the door, not wanting to get a dose of Todd’s wrath until absolutely necessary. After a moment, I could tell it was Todd and Jericho.
“Why not?” Todd asked.
An unintelligible reply from Jericho.
“Since when?”
“Just recently.”
“So, now it’s over?”
I fidgeted from one foot to the other. What were they talking about?
“Yeah, man. It’s not like it was ever, you know, a thing, anyway,” Jericho said.
“Maybe not to you.” Todd’s voice rose.
“Come on, man. It was just a one-time drunken thing.” Jericho’s voice was tender yet firm.
Holy shit. Were they talking about what I think they were talking about?
“Fine. If you say so.”
“No, Todd, I mean it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
There was some sort of a scuffle. I couldn’t wait outside anymore. I had to know what was going on. I pushed the door open. It swung inward on silent hinges.
What I saw broke my full heart into a million empty pieces.
Jericho and Todd locked in a kiss.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jericho
Shit. I broke the kiss Todd had planted on me in time to see Renna running across the living room to her door. I pushed Todd away and he landed on his bed.
“I-I’m sorry. I just thought maybe you felt the way about me that I—”
“I don’t, Todd. I’m sorry. You’re like a brother to me.” I didn’t know how else to explain it to him.
He took one night six months ago and turned it into an infatuation that grew to an unbearable degree. I had been drunk, lonely, and just dumb enough to let Todd suck me off. I hadn’t really enjoyed it and told Todd that it was a mistake. He’d agreed to put it behind us, but then he would pull stuff like this. And now he’d done it in front of Renna.