Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I want it to be me too,” he whispered as he let me remove his shirt. “And maybe that’s selfish and—”
“Be selfish.” I ran my hands over his strong shoulders. “Please.”
“Well, if you’re asking...” Chuckling, he caught me for another soft kiss. “Which way were you craving?”
“There’s a choice?” Much as I appreciated him offering, I’d always assumed Derrick was all about topping.
“Dork.” He gently smacked me with his discarded shirt. “Of course there’s a choice. Plenty of them. Maybe not all in one night—”
“I want you to fuck me.” All my remaining breath gusted out. If I let myself be honest, I’d wanted that for years, and no way was I missing my chance. However, the other option would likely lead to even more heated fantasies later. Derrick turning out to be happily vers? Yes, please. Sign me up.
Derrick must have liked the request because he smiled slowly, a wide, sexy grin that made his dark eyes sparkle.
“Tell me you brought supplies.” Still in his jeans, he turned toward the dresser. “I’ve maybe got a condom in my shaving kit, but not sure I’m trusting the expiration date.”
“I’ve got us covered. Not that I was planning. Or hoping.” My rambling was coming out much too fast, but I couldn’t seem to slow it down as I lunged for my bag. “Somehow lube and these condoms Sabrina gave me as a joke gift hopped in my bag when I was packing.”
“Well, I’m grateful.” Laughing as I tossed the stuff on the bed, he suddenly sobered as he picked up the box. “Wait. These were a gag gift? Do they work?”
“Standard condoms. Fun mystery colors.” I plucked the box back out of his fingers and returned it to the bed. “Trust me that I want this so bad, I can handle whatever shade it turns out to be.”
“Me too.” Derrick pushed my shirt off so that I matched him, and then we both slid our pants off, leaving us bare and kissing by the side of the bed. “Damn, you’re so hot.”
“Flatterer. I’m already a sure thing.” I made a giddy sound as he pulled me to straddle his lap, with him sitting on the bed. All week, this had been one of my favorite ways to make out because it made me feel so close to him and also negated our height difference nicely.
“I mean it.” When he peered up at me, the warmth in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Well, I certainly feel hot when you look at me like that.” Arching my back, I deliberately made my cock brush his stomach, loving how that made him inhale sharply.
“Oh, I’m looking at you. And you look damn tasty.” His gaze intensified to something primal, and then I was the one gasping as he claimed my mouth in a blistering kiss. We kissed and kissed, so thoroughly that I was rocking against him and he was groaning softly when we finally came up for air.
“You can...fuck.” Whatever tease I’d been about to make died as Derrick slid a hand between us, stroking my cock with a firm grip. After all that kissing, I was way too ramped up for that kind of teasing. “Unless you’re trying to make this over with in a hurry, please.”
“Please what?” He looked up, all satisfied grin and fake innocent eyes. I fumbled around, finally finding the lube and shaking it at him. Still didn’t move off his lap because the position was too delicious to waste.
“Please fuck me. Now.”
“So very bossy.” Palming my ass, he squeezed and rubbed, heating me up there too.
“Believe it was you who said you like me bossy.” My cock painted a wet stripe across his abs, and I made a needy noise.
“I like you all sorts of ways,” he said archly. After taking the lube from me, he used slick fingertips to rob me of the ability to do much more than softly moan as he rubbed circles right where I most wanted his touch. “Especially like you like this. Man, your eyes...”
“Oh.” I managed a single syllable as he pushed a finger in. His fingers were surprisingly so different from my own that the sensations were overwhelming, the newness more disconcerting than any physical discomfort.
“Doing okay?” he asked, slowing his explorations.
“Yeah. Ready.” So ready. I found his mouth for another kiss while he continued to touch me. I’d waited so long for this, and that urgency came out in the kiss that fast turned sloppy and desperate. “Please.”
“Don’t want to rush this.” He nipped at my jaw. “Want to get it right.”
“You are.” I groaned as his devious fingers found a particularly good spot inside me. “You so are. Come on. Please. Want it.”
“Now who’s the flatterer?” Withdrawing his fingers, he grabbed a condom. “You want it like this? Might be easier on you.”