Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
My knees went weak when he wrapped a hand around my dick, stroking and fucking and kissing like I was the center of his world and he needed to touch me and be inside me in any way he could. It went straight to my already sensitive balls, making them draw tight against me, bliss washing over me as I shot, painting the wall, my stomach, and Spencer’s hand with cum.
He kept pounding me through my orgasm, fucking me hard until his body tensed too and his dick jerked inside me, Spencer filling the condom with his own load.
“That was…”
“Intense,” Spencer finished for me when I couldn’t seem to find the right word.
“Exactly.”
He kissed me again, slowly easing into me and pulling back until he went soft and couldn’t anymore. I immediately missed the feeling of Spencer inside me when he pulled out. When he kissed my shoulder again and said, “Don’t move,” I couldn’t help smiling. I liked this…liked being Spencer’s boyfriend.
He came back with a wet rag and wiped me off. We held hands to the bed, and I collapsed onto it. When my stomach growled, he said, “I’ll go get us something to eat.”
And like we’d done before, we ate naked in his bed, sandwiches and yogurt for Christmas Eve dinner.
It was perfect.
Tucked away in his arms, the last thing I said to him before I fell asleep was, “Hey, you can still be my CB…just replace buddy with boyfriend.”
Spencer chuckled, kissed the tip of my nose, and then everything went black.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Spencer
“Hey look. I can use my dick as a phone stand,” Corbin said as I got out of the shower. He must have gotten back from his run while I was in there. He’d insisted on going since the gym wasn’t open. I had a feeling it was because of what had happened with his family.
Sure enough, he was lying on his back in my bed, his dick hard, leaning his cell against it.
How could I do anything other than laugh? “Creative.”
“We should watch a show on my phone tonight like this. You know, just for fun.”
I leaned over and lashed my tongue up his shaft. “But then it will be harder for me to play with you.”
“Good point. Your hand or mouth is way better. I’ll do the phone-stand thing when I’m alone.”
This time, we both chuckled before I tugged him out of bed and swatted his ass. “Go get ready. We have to leave soon.”
“Ugh. Fine. So pushy,” he teased, but did as I said.
I frowned when Corbin first put on a jockstrap and posted a Merry Christmas selfie. I didn’t know what I’d expected—that after his breakthrough with his family and how they made him feel, he would automatically cut off posting on social media because he would realize it was toxic for him? That he would magically be able to put his health and mental health first? That’s not how things like that worked. He was making progress, and that’s what I needed to focus on.
Last night had been…so fucking incredible. I wasn’t sure sex had ever been like that for me, but then, of course Corbin would be special. Everything about him was, and no matter how often he pretended he knew it, the truth was, he didn’t.
“Your parents are going to fucking love me,” he said after getting dressed.
Translation: he was nervous as shit.
“Obviously.”
He glanced over at me through a veil of dark lashes. “Do you really think so?”
My heart softened even more for this man. He had so many layers I never would have expected. I walked over to him. “Yes. I know they will. You’re so fucking sweet, Cuddle Boyfriend.”
When he grinned, I pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I like it when you call me that.”
“It’s what you are. We’ll do lots of snuggling tonight.”
“Naked snuggling?” he asked.
“Is there any other way? Now come on. We should head out. The traffic shouldn’t be that bad today, but it will still take us a while to get to Temecula.”
The drive was about an hour and forty minutes to get to my parents’ house. Corbin wasn’t nearly as nervous as he had been yesterday when he was seeing his own family, but the tension was still there. My family would love him, and I couldn’t wait for him to see that.
My parents lived in a Spanish-style, beige stucco home not far from the Temecula hills. We’d moved to this house when I’d turned fifteen, my parents having spent most of their lives saving for a down payment.
“We good?” I asked Corbin when we pulled up in front. When he nodded, I put my hand on his nape, tugged him closer, and gave him another kiss. “Of course you are. You’re Corbin fucking Erickson.”
“Good point.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” I winked at him, and we got out of the car. It was sunny out, a perfect seventy-three degrees on Christmas. I loved Southern California weather, not that I knew much else.