Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
I kissed him again, reaching down with a hand to stroke his cock. He was hot and hard against my palm. His hands clasped my shoulders before moving down my back in firm strokes until he grabbed my ass and squeezed. “Fuck me.”
It was a plea. One I was happy to grant. I pulled off his mouth only to clarify his consent. “You sure?”
“Fucking fuck, Thatcher.”
I leaned over to fumble in the bedside drawer for the lube I kept there for solo use. “Do I need a condom, sweetheart?”
He didn’t respond. When I turned back with the lube, I could see his eyes wide and bright in the moonlight cutting through a gap in the shades. “No,” he said softly. “On PrEP. You?”
“Negative. Haven’t been with anyone like that in a long while.”
“Really?” he asked, seemingly incredulous.
“Well,” I drawled, leaning back in to nose his jaw over so I could suck a spot on his neck. “There was this one guy at New Year’s…”
“Was he hot?” he asked while sucking in a breath.
“So fucking hot. He talked back. Sassy little thing. Not polite at all.” I sucked another spot, then another. “But good in bed. You know the type?”
The low vibration of his laugh made me grin against his skin. “Sounds like a brat.”
“Yes. Definitely a brat,” I agreed. “But it seems to work for me.”
This made him laugh more, and I wondered if I would ever hear that sound and not feel a tiny firecracker go off in my gut.
I grabbed his wrists and moved them above his head while I shifted my weight to kneel on either side of him. My mouth moved down to his collarbone. As I settled above him, our cocks pressed together. His laugh turned into a groan, so I pressed even harder.
“Want that cock inside me,” he said before yanking a hand out of my grip and moving it between us to grasp my shaft.
“Fuck,” I hissed, arching up into his fist. “You make me fucking crazy. Don’t stop.”
It wasn’t easy fumbling the lube open while his hand was on me, but I managed to slick up my fingers and reach between his legs, shoving one of his thighs wide so I could reach his hole. “Let go, or I’m going to come.”
Reagan released his hold on me before grabbing his knee and pulling it back, opening himself up to me. “Wanted this for so long.”
The words were so low I wasn’t sure he’d meant for me to hear them, but they wound around my chest and pulled tight. Did he mean he’d wanted me since New Year’s? Or, like me, had he felt this long before then?
“Those fucking eyes of yours,” I muttered, remembering the way they’d tracked over me last summer, bright Caribbean blue in the sunshine. “They kill me.” It was too dark now to see them properly, but the vivid color was seared into my brain.
I leaned in to bite his lip and swallow his gasp. “Tell me what you want,” I growled to distract myself from the tight stretch of his channel around my fingers. Even imagining myself inside him made my heart thunder and blood roar in my ears.
His glassy eyes met mine. “To be close to you.”
My stomach lurched. I lunged forward again and slammed my lips on his, taking complete possession of his mouth while I continued to fuck him with my fingers. The noises he made fueled the need in my gut, and within seconds, I was slicking up my cock to press against his hole.
“Legs back,” I grunted. He grabbed his knees and held them wide. “Good. Stay still. Just like that. Breathe.”
As I entered Reagan’s body, I wondered if I’d ever felt this combination of fear, excitement, anticipation, and homecoming. This young man was brave and brazen, snarky and opinionated beneath his manners and charm, transparent as cut glass to me. I saw his vulnerabilities and wanted to give him the safe haven and purpose he seemed to need so badly.
“Nghh.” Reagan’s eyes slid closed, and his mouth opened as his body stretched around me. He was hot and tight. My head spun with the effort not to slam into him and take what I wanted as fast and hard as I could. I knew he was bisexual, but I didn’t know how much experience he had with men. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. “More,” he urged in a lazy slur. “God, please.”
I pulled back and pressed forward again, repeating the process until I was as deep inside him as possible. I leaned down to kiss him. “Okay?”
“Mmm.”
“You feel so fucking good. I’ve wanted you like this. Imagined being inside you, fucking you, touching you. Kissing you.”
“Thatcher.”
I continued to thrust in and out of him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit across from you each day and pretend I don’t want to tear your fucking clothes off and make you mine all over this damned bus? Do you?”