Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I crawl between his legs and lay myself on top of his hard body. Our cocks line up, and Whit rolls his hips beneath me while reaching to cup my cheek.
This is more intimate than anything I’ve experienced before.
Everything with him is heightened.
My sense of touch.
The concept of need.
It’s all so powerful it’s hard to comprehend.
Like everything when I’m with Whit, in the moment, nothing else matters. I move against him, and the real world fades away. Labels, families, and future plans dissipate into an atmosphere of unimportance.
The way Whit writhes beneath me and throws his head back while I grip us and move my hand over the heads of our dicks … I could do this all night.
Then Whit moans, and I realize all night is an impossibility. I’m already too close to the edge.
“Rainn,” Whit croaks, letting me know he might be too close too.
His chest heaves, and his skin flushes. It’s almost a shame to drag this out when he’s giving me everything that I crave from him. There’s nothing more sensual or sexy than seeing Whit lose control.
Knowing Whit’s refractory period, I could get him off now and again later, but I don’t want to diminish his orgasm when I’m inside him. I want this to be the best experience he can possibly have for his first time.
With willpower I had no idea I possess, I release our cocks from my strong grip to help us both breathe easier.
I lean down and explore his wide chest with my lips and tongue.
Whit squirms, and his hips lift.
“Getting impatient?”
Whit’s eyes meet mine. “I need you.”
And it happens as easy as that. Three simple words. The clarification. The epiphany. It’s a realization I never asked for, but it hits me with certainty.
I’m falling in love with Leighton Whitaker.
24
Whit
The way this man touches me. The way he anticipates what I need.
Rainn moves down my body, and I’m so ready for more, but something makes him pause.
He lifts his head, locking eyes with me.
“Rainn?” I rasp.
Dark hair falls into his eyes. “Uh … umm. Supplies. I need supplies.”
I don’t know what has changed in the last thirty seconds, but after he reaches for the lube in his bedside drawer, he comes back like a man on a mission. A lubed finger pushes against my hole, and I shiver. He eases down until his head is between my legs, and his mouth is on my cock.
Sex is amazing.
I bear down on Rainn’s fingers and relax enough to let them in. The suction of his mouth distracts me from the stretching sting of his fingers moving in and out of me.
I’m impatient, I want more, but as he works his way in farther and adds a third finger, the pain reminds me of why it’s important to go slow.
Not until I’m a trembling mess of want and my ass is craving more do I let it out.
“Rainn,” I whine.
He doesn’t stop.
Every press of my prostate as he stretches me makes my feet tingle and my whole body flush. He’s so careful and attentive, and I knew it wasn’t a mistake waiting and doing this with him.
When he looks at me like I’m the only thing in this world that matters, an emotion I can’t even describe takes over. It’s something I’ve never experienced before. It’s warm and all-encompassing.
“I’m ready,” I say.
He pulls off my cock. “I want to be sure.”
I pant. “I am sure. I … Fuck! I need it.”
Rainn finally pulls his fingers free, and I gasp for breath. I want him to fill me up. This is the most intense experience of my life, and we’re nowhere near done.
Rainn rolls a condom down his hard cock, and even though my hole is contracting, anticipating him being inside me, I just hope it doesn’t hurt.
I said I was ready, but the sight of his swollen cockhead makes me worry if he’s even going to be able to fit the tip in.
Deep breaths, Whit.
You had a billion fingers up there a moment ago.
“Look at me,” Rainn says softly. “Look at my face.”
My gaze flits upward.
“We’re still going slow. I won’t hurt you.”
I trust him completely.
“Do you want to roll over? It will probably be easier—”
“No. I want to see you.”
Rainn nods. “Tell me if you need a break.”
“I will.”
“Oh, and, Whit?” He smiles. “Breathe. Sex is supposed to be fun. Erotic asphyxiation is only sexy if it’s intentional.”
My laughter helps me relax. Then the head of his cock pushes past my tight ring, and it’s not funny anymore. I do as Rainn says and breathe through it.
There’s more stretching pain but not any worse than I was getting with his fingers, and he moves so slow, so cautiously. I fuse my eyes shut.
Rainn pauses. “So, a gay virgin walks into a bar and asks the straight bartender to be his wingman.”