Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“It’ll be one of your favorites.”
“For topping or bottoming?”
“Mmm. Bottoming. Feels so fucking good. I love being on my back.” I rock my hips, thrusting my cock in the air, gripping his thighs harder, pushing his legs farther apart. “The way you are right now? How does it make you feel?”
“Honestly? A little vulnerable,” the blue-eyed man beneath me admits. “But turned on too.”
“Good. That’s how I’m going to feel when you fuck me like this,” I murmur.
He stutters out a breath. “This is how you want it when I’m inside you?”
I stare down at Grant, my blood roaring. “Yes,” I say, since I want to wind him up, turn him on, get him seeing all the ways we can fuck. With no limits on roles. I might be teaching him, but I want him to discover how we can turn each other on. All the ways we can trade off. “That’s how I want you to fuck me for the first time.”
He just groans—a long, needy groan that makes my balls tingle. That lights me up. I slide my hand down to his ass, my fingers teasing over his skin. “Want to know why it’s going to feel so good for me?”
“Yeah?” he says, like he’s hanging on every word.
“Because I can look at you the whole time. I can see your face, the pleasure on it as you drive deep into me. Because I can enjoy the view of your body. And, when you fuck me like this, you can nail my prostate so damn good.” The glassy look in his eyes tells me he likes the sound of all that. “Let me give you a taste of how good that’ll feel.”
I let go of his legs, settle between them and grab the lube, as Grant slides a hand down his shaft, playing with his balls.
As I set to work on his ass, I stare at the sexy sight in front of me. This man I didn’t know a month ago. A man who has become a friend. A man I care about in ways I never expected.
A man I want to take to the edge and back.
So I begin.
26
Grant
The internet is my best friend, my study companion, and my research guide.
I’m so glad I was born in this time for so many reasons, but among them is the vast array of opportunities for self-directed education. I’ve learned about bodies.
Explored my own body too.
I’ve fingered myself.
But no one has touched my ass till now.
As Declan drizzles lube onto his digits, my chest turns into a furnace. I’m already halfway to blast-off from his filthy words and his dirty talk when he cups my balls in one hand and roams his other down to my hole.
He skates his fingers across my ass and I tremble, heating up all over.
“You like that?” he rumbles.
“I do,” I pant.
“Me too,” he says in a throaty purr as he teases, one finger playing right there, another rubbing my taint.
I groan, struck speechless by the feelings, the sensations.
He laughs, a sexy, satisfied kind. “I know, right? So, so good.”
“So fucking good,” I echo, then all I can do is pant as I writhe and twist underneath his touch.
“And I’ve only just started,” he says as he strokes me, pushing the pad of his finger against my entrance right as he bends his face and kisses my inner thigh.
And holy fuck.
I arch up from the twin—no, triple—dose of pleasure. Of hands cupping balls, fingers playing around my ass, and his perfect lips fluttering near my cock.
Then, Declan adds more lube, and returns to my ass. He pushes one digit inside and enters me for the first time. It makes me shiver but it burns too, and for a second or maybe more, I tense.
“You okay?”
“I’m good,” I say as I breathe deeply, let my legs fall apart more. Give the pleasure room to take over, and it does.
Declan drops a soft kiss to my knee, then continues working me.
Pressing.
Teasing.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the unholy sensations roll through me like a heat wave.
One that’s scorching me as he takes his time.
As he plays.
As he explores.
He pushes in farther while bringing his mouth to my cock, drawing the crown past his lips.
His finger’s in my ass, his mouth is on my dick, his hand is on my balls, and it’s official—I incinerate.
I become a five-alarm fire.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I growl, bumping my ass down on his hand, seeking him out, wanting him, needing him.
He murmurs around the head of my dick, and he goes deeper into my body at the same time. “You got me now. Want another finger?” he whispers against my dick.
I melt from desire. I am a raging ball of need, and lust. “I want your dick. Give me your dick,” I beg, getting lost in the haze.