Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“I want everything with you,” he blurted. “But I don’t know how to… to be.”
A large part of me wanted to fixate on the word everything—was he saying that nothing was off the table for him tonight sexually? Or did he mean that he wanted a full-blown relationship?—but I wouldn’t let myself get distracted. My priority was making Brody feel comfortable in this moment.
I stepped between his knees and loosely wrapped my arms around him. “Explain.”
He swallowed hard. “I want you to take control, but I don’t know how much experience you have with other guys, so maybe I should take control? But then you seem like you’re doing pretty good so far.” He laughed nervously. “So I guess I’m just caught up in a second-guessing cycle. Which makes me feel stupid. And then I worry you’ll think I’m too young and silly for you.” He let out a shuddering breath. “I worry you’ll… regret this.”
Brody’s eyes angled down to my chest, and I hated that. I cradled his jaw in both hands and tilted his face up.
“I don’t worry that you’re too young for me. But I do worry that I’m too old for you,” I admitted. “You’re not silly, and you’re sure as hell not stupid. Christ, you’re the most capable, dependable person I know.”
His eyes widened. “You… you work with a team of doctors.”
I cracked a smile. “And my opinion stands.”
Brody huffed out a laugh and lifted his hands to caress my wrists, holding my hands against his cheeks. The simple action made me feel so absurdly good I couldn’t help but lean in and take another quick taste of his mouth.
“As for my experience with guys, I have more than enough to understand the basics.” Even though sex with Brody felt like it was going to be outside the realm of my experience entirely. “I can take control. I do it every day at work, and I like it. I want to take care of you tonight,” I admitted. “If you’re good with that.”
Brody’s eyes kindled with heat. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great with that.”
I nodded once. “And the only way I’m going to regret tonight, Brody, is if you don’t enjoy yourself entirely. I’m not always the most observant, so you need to tell me what you’re thinking. Fair?”
He nodded slowly. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and his eyes narrowed with something like challenge as he licked his lips. “Yeah. Okay. Fair.”
“So, tell me…” I dropped my voice an octave to a low purr and pressed in closer, eliminating the space between us. “What are you thinking right now?”
His eyes met mine, a little bashful but still defiant. “I’m, ah… I’m thinking of your experience with other guys.”
Friendly, sweet Brody practically spat the last words, and a bubble of startled laughter rose in my throat. He was jealous? Christ, I liked that. Possibly too much.
I pulled Brody against me and stripped the blankets down the bed in one desperate movement. Then I pushed him down until his back hit the mattress and reached for the waistband of his pajama pants to pull them off. “How about instead of thinking about me with other people, you just lie back and enjoy me with you?”
His dick was already rock hard, but it jumped when I drew the fabric down over it. He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed before muttering, “Don’t come yet. Don’t ruin it. Jesus, hold it together.”
It took me a second to realize that he was talking to himself and not to me, and I found myself close to laughter once more.
Had I ever laughed during sex? If so, I couldn’t remember it. But then, with Brody laid out before me like a feast, I couldn’t manage to think of anyone else at all.
I wanted to fuck him. There was no doubt about that. But I was quickly realizing I wanted a whole hell of a lot more than that with Brody, too. He was sexy as hell but also endearing and adorable. One taste wasn’t going to be enough.
He’s yours now. You can taste him more than once, some feral, caveman part of me—a lobe of my brain I’d never heard from before—pointed out. And the thought should have been ludicrous, given our agreement, given my own relationship limitations, but it was damn tempting to listen. To claim this gorgeous man in truth.
I put my hands under his knees and yanked him closer to the edge of the bed. He gave a startled cry as his dick bounced, and my mouth watered.
“Oh, no, you’re not going to come yet,” I agreed silkily. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you. And you won’t come until I say.”
Brody’s gasp went directly to my dick, and I didn’t hesitate. I leaned down and ran the flat of my tongue up his silky shaft. The noise he let out from his throat made me even harder than I already was. I quickly shucked off my own pajama pants and finished pulling his off until we were both blessedly naked.