Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Sweet affirmation and a “baby”? My answering smile was so wide it hurt my cheeks.
When a well of happy energy bubbled to the surface, threatening to unleash boundless joy on my unsuspecting lover, I almost warned him to look out. I had a tendency to get playfully physical when I was excited and tackle hugs were my go-to. But warning him was no fun.
So I went for it, launching myself on top of Cal and knocking him onto his back on the cushions, pinning his arms above his head. I blew a raspberry in the crevice of his neck and shoulder, then licked the shell of his ear. He grunted as he pulled his hands free and bucked his hips in a valiant effort to push me away.
“It’s not gonna work. I’m stronger than you,” I taunted.
“The hell you are.”
I was. And he knew it. Cal was lean and wiry and quick. If he had more space to maneuver, he might have been able to slip out from under me. At the moment, he was trapped. After a small struggle, he went limp and wrapped his legs around me, capturing my face as he fused his mouth to mine.
Mmm. Interesting counterattack. Effective too.
I melted into the kiss, angling my head and parting my lips when he pushed inside. Well played. I was so consumed with the sweet but ravenous tangle of tongues that I didn’t think twice about sinking against him, rubbing my growing hard-on alongside his. And when he opened his thighs wider still and arched upward, I had to break the kiss to catch my breath.
Cal noted my weakened defenses and pounced.
He lifted his right leg and rolled to the left, using momentum to topple us both off the sofa. We slid in a heap beside the coffee table with our positions reversed. Cal chuckled gleefully as he straddled my torso and declared himself the winner.
I palmed his shaft through his ubiquitous board shorts. The thin layer of fabric left nothing to the imagination. I ran my thumb over the head of his dick and gave him a lopsided cocky grin.
“What exactly did you win?” I purred, pushing the coffee table aside and rolling on top of him. I gave him a taste of his own medicine, gliding my hard-on over his.
Cal squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second. His Adam’s apple slid theatrically as he met my gaze. “You need to move.”
“You want me to get off you?”
“No. I want you to move.” He held my hips still and arched again.
“How? Like this?” I swayed from side to side.
Cal growled in frustration. Totally understandable. Our alignment was off by a few inches. And unlike him, I wore jeans. I was hard and getting harder by the moment, but my package was trapped. I ached all over. And though I wanted nothing more than to jump up and get naked, knowing he was in the same predicament did something for me. I wanted him to make the next move. I wanted him to clearly say what he wanted.
I hoped it was me.
He threaded the leather strap from my belt through a loop and unbuckled it before unbuttoning my jeans and unzipping them.
“Let’s try something else. Stand up, get naked,” he commanded abruptly.
I obeyed. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my boxer briefs, glancing toward the window at the sound of traffic below. “Your shades are open. Someone might see. I’m not shy, but—where are you going?”
Cal jumped up, pulling his T-shirt over his head as he strutted to his room, tugging at the Velcro on his shorts and letting them fall just as he reached the door. He struck a pose with one hand on his hip and the other on his dick.
“What are you waiting for?”
I had no idea.
I practically stumbled over my own two feet, stripping along the way. I kicked off my flip-flops, threw my tee haphazardly, and pushed my jeans lower, hopping on one foot like an injured kangaroo. Cal chuckled at my antics as he stroked himself lazily. I had to look like an idiot, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Need and desire pooled inside me, sparking an inferno of lust. I pulled my jeans off and barreled into him, slamming my mouth over his as I flattened him against the door. We made out in a passionate fury, sucking and nipping at lips and skin. I bit his shoulder as I raked my nails along his sides and clutched his ass, humping in a manic quest for friction. Cal tipped his chin back, humming when I licked the column of his throat.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I grunted, slipping my fingers between the tight press of our bodies to wrap my hand around both of our cocks. I smeared our combined precum to use as lube then stroked us…sweet and slow. “I want this. Are you gonna give it to me?”