Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“You’re perfect, baby.” He brushed his thumbs over my cheeks, tracing my freckles. “Perfect for me. I wanted you then… I was drawn to you when you came into Extra Shot…and I’m in love with you now. I can’t believe it’s you.”
“I can’t believe it’s you either, and I love you too.”
Our mouths crashed together, tongues dipping and tasting as we stripped each other out of our clothes with quick fingers. And then we were holding hands and running for the swimming hole. It was absolutely ridiculous, maybe even childish, but I didn’t care. It was everything I’d ever wanted. Ronan was everything I’d ever wanted.
We jumped into the water. It was cold, but that didn’t matter. I reclaimed a piece of myself, the one that had been afraid, that had felt like I wasn’t enough. And maybe Ronan reclaimed a piece of himself too, the boy who’d been abandoned by people he’d cared about.
We swam and kissed and played around, splashing each other, naked and free.
It was everything I’d wanted it to be and more.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ronan
We took a shower when we got back to my house, then went naked to my bed. Mickey lay on his back, looking up at me.
I let my fingers trail across his cheekbones, his face, his neck, his chest. He trembled, though I knew he wasn’t cold, his body arching up toward mine.
“Touch me,” he begged.
“I am.”
“Fuck me… Please, Ronan. Fuck me.”
Jesus, this man. He would never cease to amaze me. Freckles. My Mickey, who wrote sex in my coffeehouse and was the first person I’d ever told I was gay. He’d been my solace when I’d lacked confidence in who I was, and he was my solace again, only in a different way now. “You’re beautiful.”
I leaned down, licked the freckles on his shoulders that I knew he was insecure about, kissed my way down his chest and his body until I settled between his legs. His ginger pubes were perfectly trimmed; his cock, long, thick, and leaking, was flushed a pretty pink.
I took him into my mouth, savoring the hiss he released when I did. Mickey thrust up and into my mouth.
“Shit. Fuck. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Do it again. You can fuck my mouth.”
His eyes on me, he thrust again, watching me as he pumped his hips, his dick hitting the back of my throat. Each time, I swallowed around him and took him down before I slid off and sucked his tight balls, lapped at them, then let my tongue continue to travel down.
Mickey spread his legs wider for me and held them back. “So damn greedy.” I circled his tight, pink hole with my finger. “Is this where you want me?”
“Yes…God yes, Ronan.”
“What do you want me to do with you? Tell me. I know you have all sorts of dirty fantasies in that head of yours. I can’t wait to act them all out with you.”
His hole clenched, then loosened.
“So pretty. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Lick me,” he said breathlessly. “I want you to lick me, to eat me, to push your tongue inside me before you use your fingers, then make me come with your cock.”
My dick twitched, and my balls tightened. Christ, I was so lucky to call him mine. “Gladly. Turn over.” He did so eagerly, flipping over to lie on his stomach. I swatted his ass, and Mickey thrust into the mattress. “You like that. Noted for later.”
With a hand on each cheek, I spread him wide and dove in, licking and sucking, nibbling on his skin, his ass, pushing at his rim, loosening him up.
“Oh God. Yes, so good.” He pushed back against me like he was trying to ride my face.
I loved this side of him, the way he let loose and gave in to his desires. He begged me for more, told me how good it was, how much he wanted me, the passionate side of him overcoming the shyness.
When his hole softened enough, I worked my tongue inside him and fucked him with it as Mickey said my name over and over, “Ronan, Ronan, Ronan…”
“You like that. You like it when I eat you out?”
“God yessss,” he hissed.
I licked the curve of his ass cheeks and used my teeth on them again, then worked my way up his body until I lay on top of him, kissing his neck and shoulders, while I reached into the nightstand for the lube. When I slid off him, he cried out like he missed the contact.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m gonna give you my fingers now.”
“Please,” he begged.
I slicked up. “Hands and knees.”
Mickey pushed up quickly, spreading his legs.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” I rubbed his pink pucker, watched it tighten…loosen, then pushed a finger inside. I slid it in and out, going from that first to two, then three. “You stretch so good for me. You want my cock, don’t you?”