Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
You will not come. Not yet. Not until you feel him all around you.
He groaned and began to slide up and down, dragging his tight channel along my hard dick in the most amazing squeeze and suction I’d ever felt. The only other time I’d even attempted anal sex, I’d been too terrified of hurting the woman to keep a full erection.
But this? This was the opposite of that. I was so jacked up and hot for him, my cock pulsed inside of him as hard as it’d ever been. I knew it wouldn’t last. I knew I was going to blow shockingly quickly.
“Stroke off,” I said, gritting my teeth against the telltale tightening of my balls. “Can’t last.”
His hand wrapped around his own cock and began pumping in time with his bounces on top of me.
“Charlie, fuck. Gonna come,” I warned. I felt like my sac had never been so heavy and tight. My brain flashed an image of coming deep inside Charlie’s body, and that’s all it took for me to blow. “Holy fuck, shit. Oh god.”
Charlie’s body squeezed me even harder, and I lost my breath. My chest felt like it had turned inside out as I pushed up into him one last time and came. Wet heat splashed into my abdomen as Charlie’s shouted curse rang throughout the small room a moment later. He collapsed down on my chest soon after. His hair trailed over my shoulders, and my fingers automatically found a thick strand to toy with.
When my breathing steadied, I felt compelled to say something.
“That was pretty… amazing.”
Charlie snorted and lifted his head to look at me. “Amazing, huh? Glad you liked it. Were you in any doubt you would?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. And amazing isn’t the right word. I just can’t think of another right now. It was hot as hell and felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” I rubbed my hands up and down his slender back to the swell of his ass. “Thank you.”
His face turned serious. “You okay after that? You can be honest with me.”
I smiled to reassure him. “I’m so much better than okay. I’m bloody fantastic,” I said, trying to fake an Irish accent.
Judging from his snort, I must have failed. But it hardly mattered when there was absolutely nothing that could bring down my good mood after sex with Charlie Murray.
32
Charlie
Charlie’s Words To Live By:
There’s nothing worse than casual sex.
Hudson and I spent the rest of Sunday night alternating between dozing and enjoying each other’s bodies in some way. By the time we finally fell asleep for the last time after midnight, I felt beyond sated and borderline dehydrated. But nothing in the world would have pulled me away from curling up next to Hudson’s warm body in my bed.
I slept like the dead until I heard a door open. I looked up to see Hudson disappearing into the small bathroom opposite the bed in my room. His bare arse was pale in the dim morning light, but I could make out the twin divots above it on his lower back.
I rolled over and smiled into the pillow. The memory of riding Hudson the night before played back through my mind. His face had been so reverent and his reactions so intense. The man was a careful lover, always minding my own pleasure and comfort before his own. But I could tell there was a part of him just begging to let go. To take as freely as he gave.
After the sound of the toilet flushing and the tap running for a moment, he came walking back into the room. The effect of his full-frontal nudity hit me in the balls in the very best way.
“Come here,” I said. “Gimme.”
His eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you sore?”
“In the very best way. Now come here.” I reached out a hand to him and pulled him close when he took it. He climbed on top of me and settled between my legs. His hands were cold from washing, and his breath was suspiciously fresh.
“Cheater,” I accused. “Your punishment is having to kiss moldy cheese mouth here.”
I forced the kiss on him, although he didn’t put up a fight. His tongue came happily into my mouth and shared the sweet minty flavor with me.
“Didn’t I ever tell you I like moldy cheese?” he teased between kisses.
“What time is it? Do we have to get ready for work yet?” I ran a hand down his back to cup his full arse. He had the best bum of anyone I’d met so far in Texas. The man’s arse was perfection. Every time I caught sight of him at work from behind, I imagined walking over to him and squeezing it with my hands. I was downright giddy that I could do so now.