Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
His hole squeezed my shaft like a tight sleeve as my vision blurred and the spark ignited into a raging wildfire inside me. I spilled my load into the condom as I groaned and shook, eventually collapsing to the mattress beside him. My limbs were rubber, sweat pooled at my temples, and my pulse thundered in my ears.
Delaney reached for me, sliding his lips and tongue against mine in a breathy, fervent kiss. Our arms and legs were entangled, sticky sheets beneath, as we slowly came back to ourselves.
“Thank you,” he said. “For giving me tonight.”
I drew him against me, unwilling to let him go, not yet. Maybe not ever.
25
Delaney
I stirred when I heard Ruby jumping down from the bed and knew it was just after dawn. Normally I’d start rousing at this hour, but this morning I felt heat surrounding me on all sides. Waking up with Marcus was too perfect, and I didn’t want it to end. Not when I felt his soft breaths against my neck, his warm limbs…everything only made sweeter by his scent.
Last night had been mind-blowing. I could still feel the aftereffects if I shifted a certain way. Not that I minded. In fact, it felt like I couldn’t get enough. Would I ever get enough?
It was the weekend, Grant was at his grandparents’, and I felt at peace for the first time in years. I wasn’t sure when I might have my heart-to-heart with Grant about my sexuality or how it might go, but for now, I was going to enjoy myself and push all the doubt and worry aside.
Apparently, I’d squirmed enough to rouse Marcus too because suddenly I was on my back, looking up at sleepy eyes and enticing scruff that felt coarse against my fingers. His stiff cock rested against my thigh, and just thinking about what he’d done to me last night made me flush hot all over again.
“Mornin’.” His voice was raspy, affection and concern in his expression. “You sore?”
“Even if I were, I wouldn’t care.” I lifted up and nipped his jaw. “I’d want you to stuff your cock back inside me.”
The longing in his gaze was so achingly powerful. Those fractures inside my heart felt mollified once again, soothed by the warm, penetrating light he exuded almost effortlessly.
Incandescent.
“Don’t tease,” he said with a growl. “I love being inside you. Being connected to you like this.”
“I’m not teasing. I want you again. Please,” I begged, and when he leaned forward to fit his mouth against mine, I was in heaven. Our cocks were slotted together, and as he rutted gently against me, I groaned, my fingernails digging into the small of his back.
He sat up. “Don’t move.” I heard him tearing open a condom, and then he was back, looking down at me with softened eyes.
I lifted my knees to my chest in invitation, and without missing a beat, he lined up his cock and pushed inside, stealing my breath in the process. There was an initial sting and then pure fucking bliss.
We groaned in unison, and from my vantage point, I could see the flaming desire in his irises and the quiet desperation in his expression as he thrust solidly into me. “It feels too good this way.”
“So good.” His hands gripped the backs of my knees as he drove in hard and fast, hot lava scorching through my veins. My cock was leaking between us, so I encircled it with my fist and began jerking myself. The combination of his shaft and my hand made for a potent cocktail, and before I knew what hit me, I was calling out his name and erupting all over my abdomen.
Marcus wasn’t far behind. His hips faltered, his motions erratic, and his face contorted in pleasure. He groaned deeply as he came, falling forward, and rained breathy kisses all over my face.
Settling in each other’s arms, I sighed, enjoying our quiet embrace as we caught our runaway breaths. “Suppose we better clean up.”
As he disposed of the condom, I reached for the washcloth from last night to wipe us down. Sore but satiated, I dabbed at the dried come on my abdomen.
“I should probably leave soon,” Marcus said as he pulled me to him for a kiss. “When will Grant be home?”
“Not until noon. You should stay.” My knuckles brushed against his scruff. “At least for coffee? You can shower too.”
He sank against the sheets with a sleepy smile. “Sounds good.”
“Awesome. Be right back.” I sat up. “Need to feed Ruby and let her out.”
“Only if you promise to warm me up again,” he said in a groggy voice, and I kissed his head, smiling to myself.
I slipped into sweats and a T-shirt and headed toward the hallway. “C’mon, girl.”
Ruby ate while I started the coffee machine, and then I let her out to do her business in the backyard. She liked to take her time and sniff in her favorite spots along the fence in the morning, so I headed back upstairs, telling myself I’d check on her in five minutes.