Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“You kissed me,” Gabe said in a breathy voice. His eyes were glued to my mouth now. He seemed fascinated by the lazy glide of my tongue over my bottom lip.
I cocked my head. “Did I?”
My head buzzed, and my heart sputtered out of control. I couldn’t begin to guess what was going through his mind. I wondered why he hadn’t bolted at the same time I wanted him to move in closer. But when he did, I thought I might pass out.
“Yeah.”
“You kissed me back.”
Gabe frowned and if possible, he looked more intense than ever. And then he pounced.
He captured my face in his hands and covered my mouth. There was nothing innocent about this kiss. It was rough and demanding and full of pent-up need. He pushed his tongue between my lips as he wrapped one arm around my waist and tilted his hips, so his crotch rubbed against mine. Holy fuck. I’d never felt anything like it. I was rock hard, and so was Gabe. And that tease of friction felt like an awakening. I groaned into the connection and widened my legs to give him more room to do whatever the hell he wanted.
Gabe broke the kiss and licked my lower lip.
“Do you like this?” he asked, grabbing my ass and bucking his hips rhythmically.
“Fuck, yes. Do it again.”
He did. The sweet, seductive glide of tongues and the tease of friction below made me hungry for more. I pushed aside all attempts at cohesive thought and let my body take over. I clutched his belt loops and met him thrust for thrust. At some point in our frenzied groping, it occurred to me that this would feel even better with fewer layers between us. I unbuckled and unzipped in a rush, then pressed my boxer-clad erection against his as I sucked on his bottom lip.
“Are you sure you—”
I shook my head and backed up slightly. “No questions. This feels amazing, and I want it…if you do too.”
“Yeah…I want,” Gabe growled. He made quick work of his belt and zipper and pulled me close.
We hissed at the sensation. It was remarkable how much more I could feel with our jeans out of the way. I wasn’t brave enough to pull our boxer briefs aside. Somewhere in my alcohol-soaked brain, that thin barrier kept me in a “drunk and curious” zone. Yeah, I knew that was weak justification, but I needed something to give me permission to let go and enjoy the incredible feel of his thick shaft riding mine.
Our frantic hump session escalated to epic proportions. It wasn’t long before our boxer briefs were wet with precum. Gabe ravaged my mouth with passionate kisses, squeezing my ass and pumping his hips manically. When he slipped his fingers underneath the elastic and traced my crack, I knew I was done for.
I pulled back slightly and gazed into Gabe’s eyes. “I think I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck, me too,” he grunted, clutching my bare ass and slamming his hips against mine one last time before falling apart.
My orgasm hit seconds later. I shook like crazy as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me like a tsunami. We clung to each other until the trembling slowed.
And then panic set in.
The immediate jolt from euphoria to fear made me sick to my vodka-soaked stomach. I swallowed against the bile in my throat and pushed at his chest. When he stepped back, I pulled my jeans up in a rush. I winced at the feel of my jizz-covered boxer briefs, but I had a bigger mess to deal with at the moment.
“I don’t know what just happened,” I squeaked.
Gabe stared at me until I looked his way. Then he glanced at the box of tissue on the counter longingly. If this hadn’t gotten extremely awkward in record time, I would have told him to help himself and clean up. I’d seen plenty of other guys’ penises in the locker room, but I’d never…I repeat, never, seen another man’s erection live and in person. I might actually have fainted after what we’d just done.
“You don’t know what happened?” he repeated incredulously as he zipped his jeans.
“No. I’m not—I mean…are you? I’m…it’s cool. I just—”
“Nothing,” Gabe said sharply.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing happened.” His Adam’s apple convulsed theatrically in his throat as he shook his head. “Nothing.”
I met his eyes again and gave what I hoped passed for an apologetic look. “Gabe, I—”
“No. Don’t say anything,” he said in a low, raspy voice.
Tension rolled off him in waves. When he balled his hand into a fist, I braced myself for attack. My mind was spinning out of control as the feverish look in his eyes grew, and his gaze darted back to my lips.
“If you’re going to punch me, could we just get it over with? The suspense is killing me,” I admitted.