Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Mmm?” is his stupid answer.
“Right now.”
He lifts his face from mine. “Huh? I need to what?”
“I want to feel you inside of me, Samuel. You need to put on a condom right now and lube us up.”
His eyes flash. “Really? Now? You’re all in?”
I reach down between our bodies and grab his dick firmly.
That’s my only answer.
“Yes, sir,” grunts Samuel, wide-eyed.
He hops right out of bed as I lie back, hands behind my head, and watch his cute bare buns dance as he fishes condoms and a tube of lube from his sock drawer. “Haven’t, mmph …” He struggles to peel open the condom wrapper, mumbling to himself. “… in a while …” It opens so fast, the condom nearly falls from his hands. He starts to roll it on, then notices my amused expression. “And what do ya think you’re smirkin’ at?”
“Why don’t you have a pet?” I ask.
He squirts some lube on his palm, then strokes. “Weird timing for a question like that.”
“Considering I haven’t had sex in several years, timing clearly isn’t my thing.”
“I spend most of my time at the clinic. I don’t want to neglect a pet, so I get all my animal lovin’ at the—seriously, weird-ass timing for a chat—at the clinic. Do we really gotta talk about this while I’m lubing up my dick?”
“Should we discuss past partners while we’re at it?” I go on. “Or is that an instant boner killer?”
“Ain’t nothin’ killing this,” he says as he continues lubing up. “Wanna know my history now? Shoot, we’re celebratin’ our one-year anniversary and you still don’t know who I’ve been with?”
“Are you ready?”
“I’ve been with three other guys. One was a sorta secret thing in high school that didn’t go anywhere past first base—Remember what that is, Malckie? One was a guy I met at a club outta town. Had gotten an impression that the soul-divin’ conversation we had was more meaningful than he did, and after we finally did the deed, he ghosted me. Hope that doesn’t mean I suck in bed. Third is my ex, who I met at college, and he’s a textbook stick-up-his-butt. Didn’t last.”
“That’s … a terrible sexual history.”
“You asked. I’m not ashamed. I was safe with that club guy, wore a condom, and even still tested when I got home ‘cause I was paranoid. Also was safe with my ex. Other than that, I masturbate a lot.” Samuel is back on the bed the next moment, reclaiming his position over me. He reaches between my legs without warning. I feel his cool, slick fingertips touch me. “Your turn.”
My eyes rock back as he teases my hole. “Fuck, Samuel …”
“How many guys have you been with?”
His fingers drive me crazy, the soft, sensuous way in which he teases. I can’t help but squirm. “You’re doing that on purpose …”
“What? I know how to please a man, even if I’ve only properly been with two-ish. How many have you—?”
“Four,” I cut him off, out of breath.
His fingers stop. That seems to catch him by surprise. “Four? Really?”
“Why’s it so surprising? I didn’t say I slept with four. And even if I did, that’s not too many, is it?”
“Out here, it sorta is.” He second-guesses himself. “Isn’t it?”
“Two were locals in Fairview, but I didn’t get along with them very well. Neither of them live in Texas anymore. Keep moving your fingers, don’t stop,” I whimper. The moment he starts moving them again, I wonder if it was wiser for him to pause. My dick is so hard right now, I feel like it might explode. How can I focus on anything else? “Fuck, Samuel …”
“You don’t gotta tell me about the other two,” he says.
“They were assholes anyway. I’ve only had sex twice. I jerk off only when I’m inspired, which isn’t often, and the last time I did, I was in Jimmy Strong’s bed.”
Samuel’s face twists up. “Say what …?”
“Don’t worry, I was fantasizing about you,” I clarify, confusing him even worse, and then I take hold of the back of his head. “Kiss me. I want you to be kissing me when you slide inside.”
When he brings his lips to mine, I think my world’s complete.
Then I feel his fingers traded for something much bigger, and I know I’m only tasting the beginning of what’s possible.
Samuel, for all his strength and recklessness and brashness, treats me ever-so gently when he pushes inside. I don’t feel much pressure at all, likely because my body feels so relaxed and safe in his arms. He kisses me deeper as his dick slides further in, and our mouths fill with our moans.
I reach between our bodies and start to jerk myself off. I am far too stimulated, so I have to hold back several times. I don’t want to finish until he does. I want this to last as long as it can.