Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
We kiss and stumble toward the couch. One of my hands slides down to his ass, the other on the back of his neck, until our feet get tangled and we nearly fall.
“Sorry,” Hayes says before his lips are pulled to mine again like a magnet.
I tumble onto the couch, Hayes dropping down on top of me. Blood rushes to my groin, dick throbbing and growing harder by the second. Hayes straddles my lap, pushing me back against the couch as he ruts against me, and damn, he’s just as hard for me as I am for him.
The kissing makes me dizzy, his mint-flavored tongue making a home in my mouth while my fingers go to the button and zipper on his jeans. I linger there for a moment, and he pushes up onto his knees like he’s trying to make it easier for me to tug his clothes down.
I swallow every needy sound he makes while I open his pants and pull them and his underwear down mid-thigh again.
“You need me to make you come, cutie? You been thinking about my hands on you all day?”
“Shut up,” he says, leaning in and trying to kiss me again, but I turn my head.
“Still want me to shut up if I’m going to tell you I’ve been doing the same?”
“Um…shit. Maybe tell me after?”
If I’d said that, it would’ve been playfully, but Hayes is serious, and damn if that doesn’t make me feel strangely happy. I laugh, soaking up the enjoyment I get out of him, and pull him back on top of me. “Deal.”
He pushes up again, putting enough space between us to tug my shorts down. “You’re not even wearing underwear!”
“I was hopeful,” I reply, though really, I wasn’t planning this. I thought we’d have an actual conversation before he mauled me like an adorable sex-drunk monster. “Are you complaining?”
“No.”
“Good. Now let me get you off.” I spit in my hand before wrapping it around both our shafts.
He shudders, thrusting so his hot, hard dick rubs against mine.
“Yes. Just like that,” I tell him, and he drops on top of me, torso to torso, making it harder for me to jerk us off, but I’m not sure we even need the hand. “Give me that mouth.”
“God, you’re annoying.” But he does it, kissing me while rutting against me. I grab his ass, knead his cheeks, let my finger slip between them to tease his hole. I don’t push it in, Hayes whimpering into my mouth while he speeds up his ministrations. One of his hands tightens in my hair, making my scalp burn but urging me on more. He’s so fucking hungry for it, like he’s spent all his life caged up, and in these moments with me, he sets himself free.
I tap his hole, feel his heavy balls against mine, our bodies pushing together, cocks rubbing harder, more urgently. I’m oversensitive, flying just from the feel of his quick, needy movements. My balls are aching, orgasm gaining strength like a storm hitting perfect conditions on the ocean.
A sharp pain pierces my lip, Hayes’s body tensing above mine as the hot splash of his cum hits my stomach. It’s enough to make my balls draw up, cock spasming with his as we both spurt into the space between us, our jizz mixing while Hayes keeps thrusting through our orgasm.
He flops down on top of me. His shirt must be getting messy between us, but I don’t think he’s considered that yet.
“That was fun,” I say, smiling.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that.” Hayes buries his face in my neck.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Hayes
What the hell did I just do?
Maybe if I don’t move, we won’t have to talk about the way I basically mauled the guy like I’m a hungry bear and he’s…a picnic basket. I’ll just live my life with my face in his neck, and the rich scent of his soap in my nose, and the feel of his hard, hot body beneath me, and…okay. I’m getting off-track here.
I pull back and look down at him. He’s giving me a huge dopey grin that says he’s very proud of himself, and considering I can’t take my gaze off his mouth, I notice… “I bit you.” There’s literally a mark on his lip. “I’ve never bitten someone before.”
“You can bite me anytime you want. Only in approved places, though, and especially when I get a greeting like you just gave me. And as much as I hate myself for saying this, I have sore ribs, so.”
“Shit! I’m sorry.” I scramble off him, wondering if it’s from that hit in the third. Not that I watched. Okay, so I watched highlights, but only because I wanted to see what maybe happened because I seem to be really good at sex with him. And he was right. He’d played an incredible game. I know jack shit about hockey, and even I could see that.