Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“So what do you think Wendy was saying?” I asked as we moved away from the window, walking through an aisle of tome-like books, golden letters scrawled down their spines.
“I’m not entirely sure, but Yvette is fluent in Italian. I’m sending her the recording now.”
I looked at my watch. A little past midnight, which meant she’d still likely be awake with the time difference.
“Does Archie speak Italian?” Eric asked.
“Not that I know of, unless he picked it up recently. Who could Wendy have been talking to?”
“Maybe a relative? Did she ever say she was from Italy?”
I tried to scrub through every conversation I’d had with Archie and Wendy, but I couldn’t remember if Wendy’s nationality had ever come up. She always just seemed like a blank slate to me. Someone who clearly had a good effect on my brother, which was really all that mattered to me. If he was happy and healthy and it was because of her, then all the more power to her.
“I don’t know,” I answered, pursing my lips.
“That’s fine. I’m sure it’s no big deal.” Eric put his hand on my arm, his thumb rubbing a soft circle on my elbow. “Alright, ready to get to bed?”
“Yes,” I said, pushing in for another kiss. “But I’m not planning on sleeping if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“That’s totally fine with me,” he said against my lips, his hands moving to my hips as he held me close to him. I put my head on his chest, feeling completely at home in Eric’s arms. It didn’t matter that I was in an entirely different country, surrounded by chaos and turmoil and pissed-off tarantulas; it still felt like home as long as Eric was there with me. It was a kind of special skill only Eric possessed. Like he held the antidote to all my worries and problems just by being there with me.
I kissed his neck, his grip tightening. I felt him twitch between us, my cock responding by doing the same. I licked his neck, my hands going under his shirt. I couldn’t resist touching him. His soft chest hair brushed against my palm as I ran my hands over his nipples, my tongue tracing the line of his jaw.
I managed to pry myself off him before we got too carried away. I tucked my erection into the waistband of my pants so that I wasn’t walking around with a full-on tent pitched in my crotch. Eric licked his lips, his fingers slipping through mine as we hurried to the bedroom, both of us giddy and horny and so fucking happy.
Our clothes were off the second the door shut behind us. I pressed myself against Eric and kissed him as we stumbled backward, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and cock. I rutted my hips, feeling him push back. A delicious pressure built up in my balls as I rubbed myself against him. “God, you feel so fucking good, Eric.”
I ran my hands up and down his body. He was lying down, his legs open so that I could fit between them. He was the definition of a beefy bear, hairy and curvy and so, so fucking sexy.
He made his thick cock twitch as I held him in my hand. I slowly stroked him, up and down and up and down, appreciating every single inch. All seven and a half of them. He rubbed his nipples as I spat in my hand, slicking him up. He groaned with pleasure as I jerked him off, using both hands. I started to buck up into my fist, precum leaking from the tip of his cock. I took that as an opportunity to lean in and get a taste.
“Ooooh, fuck,” he hissed out as I took him in my mouth. He opened his legs a little wider and threaded his hands through my hair. I let him control me, pushing my head down so that I swallowed more and more of his stiff length. “That’s it, Colt. Suck it just like that. Good boy.”
Every nerve cell in my body instantaneously combusted. Flames shot through me, my cock pulsing. I stuffed him down my throat, his scent filling me as I breathed him in, working my tongue around the head of his cock. I wasn’t scared to get messy or loud, saliva dripping down his balls as I gagged around his size.
“Swallow it, baby. Fuck yeah. You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
I looked up at him, smiling around his dick. The salty-sweet flavor of his precum exploded around my taste buds. I wanted more, so much more. My hole twitched, my entire body crying out for him. I reached back and touched myself, my fingers already wet, slipping in without any resistance.
“God, Eric, you taste so good. I can’t get enough of you.”