Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I am ravenous for this man.
I’ve been granted a full license to touch him, to taste him. I’m no longer driving with a learner’s permit. He’s given me the keys to his body. I’m turning them, and we’re going for a ride.
Our bodies press together, our lips crush each other, and our tongues explore. My hands clasp his face, then slide into his wet hair, and I can’t get close enough. Neurons fire madly as I devour his mouth while my head goes hazy.
And I can’t stop kissing him.
Why would I?
He’s mine, and I want to imprint his taste on my mind. Explore all the flavors of his kiss. I want it all.
And I have it.
Holy hell. I have him.
A rush of adrenaline spins in me from that awareness—this isn’t a one-time thing. We are happening, and we’ll keep happening.
With equal parts reverence and raging desire, I drag a hand down his side, over his hip, around to his ass. Curling it over his cheek.
I jerk him against me, our cocks lining up.
Electricity surges in me.
We rub together.
Grind against each other.
Spikes of lust hit me everywhere, and I’m comprised only of want.
With every touch, I pulse for him. His greedy sighs and whimpers tell me he feels exactly the same.
And it’s time.
Time to take us over the cliff.
As the water beats hard, I separate for a few seconds, hunting for the lube packet I brought into the shower. I find it on the soap dish, move his body a few inches away from the stream.
His eyes are hooded, lust drunk, and so damn sexy.
As I rip it open, River slips a hand between us, grabbing both our dicks in his palm. “Hi there,” he says in the dirtiest greeting ever.
I groan from the wicked bliss that thrums through me. The insane pleasure from his hand knowing just what to do. “Hey to you,” I rasp out as I drizzle some lube into my palm.
River gives us a tight squeeze, and that torches all my senses. The twin combo of his hand stroking me and our dicks rubbing together is insane. It’s a double hit of pleasure. Two for the price of one.
And I desperately want to give in to this moment. To River taking charge. But I want to lead tonight. I want to show him how I can make him melt.
“Let me,” I tell him, as I slide my hand between us.
“I don’t know why you think I have to be in control all the time,” he says.
“River, have you met you? You love control,” I say as I bat his hand away, then wrap mine around our dicks.
As I grip us, he lets out a filthy oh fuck me. River stretches his neck, his head hitting the wall, his dirty mouth working overtime. “Ahhh, fuck control, Owen. Just fuck it. You can do anything to me,” he says, moaning as I stroke us in tandem.
Bliss pulls at me, coiling inside, flashing hot.
“A little harder. Little faster,” River grits out, giving me orders, and that’s my guy. He loves to talk. Loves to tell me what he wants. And I like knowing how to make him feel amazing.
I jerk us a little rougher, curling my fist tighter, then shuddering as I stare down at the heady sight of our arousal, our joint pleasure.
“We look so hot together,” I murmur.
River’s eyes snap open and he gazes down our bodies at my hand shuttling our slick cocks. His breath comes in a ragged pant. “Yes. Make us come, baby. I’m so fucking close. It’s so good. You’re so good. I can’t take it,” he says, his words falling out with wild abandon, like he can’t help himself.
I eat them all up. I savor every syllable, every moan, each cry of lust.
Picking up speed, my hand flies over our lengths. Harsh noises fall from his lips. Carnal moans. Sounds so filthy and fantastic that pleasure jolts through my body, a warning sign that release is on its way.
“Yes. Do that, do that,” he orders, but now his voice is growing too loud, and the change in volume both makes me laugh and turns me on.
“Shh,” I say, then I cover his lips with mine.
I kiss River ruthlessly, consuming his lips as I jerk us into a white-hot blur of ecstasy. He shudders, I shake, and we both come together.
Like this.
Like we know we have so much more than one night.
And we do, because when we pull apart, he flashes me a woozy, dopey grin, then says, “Hi. I just got a fantastic hand job from the guy I love.”
“Lucky you.”
River wraps his arms around my neck. “Have I mentioned I’m in love with you?”
“You have, but I like hearing it.”
“Good. I’ll tell you again. I’m in love with you.”
Funny, how I was hunting for the perfect moment to tell him, and then I blurted it out at what seemed the worst possible time.