Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I leaned over, kissed his upper back, then cautiously pulled out some before pushing in again, over and over, at his pace, until I felt his body loosening around me.
“More,” he begged, and I gave it to him, hands on his hips, nails in his skin as I worked him harder, faster, making sure it wasn’t too much. Brody was panting, moving against me, sweat on his back, both his and mine that dripped from me to him.
I was fairly certain this was the best moment of my life, like maybe we could find a way so I could just stay here, in this bed, dick in his ass all the time.
I drew him up so he was kneeling without weight on his hands, his back against my chest as I fucked up and into him. He turned his head, and I took his mouth, pushed my tongue between his lips the same way my dick breached his ass.
“You gotta come, Brodes,” I said when we broke the kiss. “Otherwise I’m going to embarrass myself.”
“As fun as that sounds, I’m not willing to pass up an orgasm for it.”
I squirted lube into my hand. With my arm wrapped around him, I jerked him off as I fucked into his ass.
“Yes…God yes. I’m almost…” His hole tightened, his body tensed, and he cried out as his hot load spurted all over my fingers.
I kept jacking him, kept fucking into him, my whole world melting away, turning fuzzy. I shot into the condom, wished it was his ass, which tightened again, making my dick spasm, and another spurt pulled from my balls.
Brody fell forward, and I went down on top of him, my heart beating frantically as quick breaths escaped my lungs.
I kissed his nape, his shoulder, smiled against his skin. Christ, I liked him, maybe too much. I thought maybe I wanted dinners at his house, and to walk with him in town, and fuck, was I getting ahead of myself. I’d never gotten so sappy after sex before.
I pulled out, moved over. “And?” I asked.
Brody was on his stomach, his face away from me. He turned, looked at me, and grinned. “Eh. I’ve had better.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I went to roll off the bed, but his hand on my arm stopped me.
“It was, um… I think I might end up being a bit of a power bottom after this.”
I kissed him and laughed. “I think we can work with that.”
I got up, tossed the condom, and got something to clean us up. When I climbed back into the bed, he said, “I should probably go to the other room…”
“Don’t.” My arms tingled with the need to hold him, to feel his breath against me and figure out if he snored or moved around a lot or talked in his sleep. I wanted all the moments I could have with him.
He hesitated, and I held my breath, thinking he would say no, but he gave me a quiet, “Okay.”
I pulled him into my arms, and we went to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Brody
I stretched as I felt myself waking up.
My hand bumped into something, and I heard, “Hey, hey, watch it. You’re not alone in this bed.”
I chuckled as I opened my eyes to see Cohen lying beside me, a tablet in his hand.
“What are you reading?”
“I was catching up on the latest from the Times.”
I leaned over, trying to get a peek at his screen. “Did they already print ‘Power Top City Slicker Drills Innocent, Curious, Straight Country Boy’?”
“Um…this is the Times. I’d like to think they would have done enough research to know that that Country Boy isn’t so straight or so innocent.”
“Very curious, though, and of course they’d say that. You know the news never gets it all right.”
He shook his head, unable to fight that smirk. “You might want to cover up there, mister. You don’t want to tempt me again.”
“Huh.” I followed his gaze, glancing over my shoulder to see the sheets tucked just under my exposed ass. I pushed my hips against the bed a few times, tensing my cheeks together to show off the skills he’d already gotten a preview of.
He growled. “Be careful. You make it too inviting, you’re gonna be feeling some pressure in a minute.”
“That a promise?”
I didn’t know why I felt so goddamn frisky, but I couldn’t help it. The sensations Cohen had worked up in me the night before… He’d taken me on a whirlwind of a ride, introduced me to things I was feeling fucking greedy for.
Because of him.
I pushed up on my forearms, leaning into him and kissing his neck before biting down gently.
He twisted his head and kissed my hair before shifting toward me, his hand finding its way to my ass and gripping firmly, my cheeks flushing as my mind raced back through everything I’d experienced with him the night before.