Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Way’s abs popped as he leaned over to shuck down his jeans and boxer briefs all in one go. His dick was ruddy and full but flagging a bit. I assumed he was nervous. It seemed likely he’d never gotten naked like this with another man. I was grateful he wasn’t more hesitant.
“Your body is fucking incredible,” I said in a low voice. “Get in here. Please.”
He moved into the glass-enclosed shower but not into my personal space. The poor guy was definitely uneasy.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, alright?” I said, moving forward carefully and holding out my hand to him. “Just get under the water to start.”
He gave me his hand so I could pull him under the spray. Multiple nozzles shot water from various directions, and it was thankfully just as hot as when I’d started.
“I’m not scared of you, Silas,” he said, sounding a little annoyed. “Just because I haven’t done things with a guy before doesn’t mean I’m freaking out.”
I stepped closer to him. “Good. Then I’m going to assume you’ll stop me if you need to.”
He rolled his eyes at me, but his lips turned up in a grin. “I don’t need a safe word. Just fucking kiss me already, will you?”
My mouth was on his before he got the whole sentence out. He grabbed my head and moved close enough for our dicks to brush against each other.
We both let out a groan and pressed even closer. Hot water pounded down on our backs and shoulders as the golden sun dropped behind the mountain peaks, shooting pinks and oranges across the sky. I kissed that cowboy for so long I lost track of where I was, who I was.
All I wanted was his mouth on mine, my hands on his strong body, and the deep, masculine sounds of a partner in need. After a while, I dropped down to my knees and glanced up at him in question. His eyes were hot on mine, his lips deep red and wet, and his hair in a wet tangle from my possessing hands. He gave me a slight nod, and that was all I needed to begin toying with him. Teasing and licking and sucking until his fingers gripped my hair and his voice shouted angrily into the confined space.
“Make me come, dammit.”
I pulled off and caressed his balls, staring up at him with a thundering heart and most likely a giddy expression. “You wish,” I said, cockily repeating his words from earlier.
His gaze turned molten before his grip in my hair got tighter and yanked my head forward into his hard cock. The bossy move was so unexpected, so fucking hot, I couldn’t help but suck him down again. I grabbed his ass and yanked him closer, giving him permission to fuck my face.
As Way’s hands held the back of my head and his dick choked me, I wondered exactly where my nervous cowboy had gone.
The feel of his cock in my throat, his fingers in my hair, and his tight ass in my hands set me off, and I came a few moments after the first hit of his salty release registered.
I glanced up at him, desperate to see his face as he came. He was fucking glorious. Head thrown back, tendons in stark relief on his neck, and water dripping down his skin. His chest heaved, nipples tight and rosy against his golden skin. I ran a hand up his abs to tweak one of them.
He nearly doubled over in surprise. “Shit, stop,” he said with a gasping laugh. “Too sensitive.”
I grabbed one of his hands to help stand up since my knees were sore and half-numb from the hard tile. “You ticklish?”
Way stepped closer to me and pressed his face into the side of my neck. My arms wrapped around him automatically, and I held him, surprised by his move.
“Not ticklish,” he admitted into my skin. “Just overwhelmed.”
I ran my hands up and down his broad back before leaning over to reach for the soap. I lathered up my hands and continued washing his back. “Overwhelmed good or overwhelmed unsure?”
He pulled back and gazed at me. His expression was relaxed rather than embarrassed or anxious. I let out a breath.
“Good,” he said before leaning in to kiss me. “Very good.”
We kissed lazily for a little while longer while I continued to soap him up. It had been a long time since I’d shared a shower with a man. The last time would have been with Justin, and he and I had been broken up for a long fucking while.
But even before I’d found out just how much of an asshole my ex was, showers with him had never been relaxed or fun. He’d been—still was, as far as I knew—too obsessed with work, with competition, with making a name for himself, which meant our showers had been quick and utilitarian, even if they’d included a shared orgasm. That should have been a red flag from the very beginning.