Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
“Um.” I gulp. “I know this is awkward, but…I don’t have to worry about any diseases on your end, right…?” I let that hang.
His response rings with reassurance. “I’m one hundred percent clean. I get tested regularly on the team. I can show you my latest results, but they’re a month old.”
“We should get tested together,” I suggest. “Actually, I—” I halt, suddenly horrified. “Oh my God, I should’ve gotten tested immediately after finding out about Nico. Dammit, Hunter! He was sleeping with other girls. What if I’m the one with the disease?”
He chuckles ruefully. “Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now, because I just went down on you for a half hour. But tell you what, we’ll use a condom now and then if we ever want to do this again, we’ll take a trip down to the health center together.”
“Sounds like fun! Couples STD testing!”
He barks out a laugh. I’m glad he found that amusing and didn’t comment on the word couples. It was just a figure of speech, anyway. I know what this is and what it isn’t.
As Hunter grips the base of his dick so he can roll the condom on, I begin to applaud. “Look, you didn’t come from doing that!”
“Yeah, well, you know, the diseases talk usually kills some of the mood.”
“So you’re saying you’re not in the mood anymore?”
He secures the condom, and his erection sticks out like an iron spike. “Does that look like I’m not in the mood?”
I giggle.
“I’m just saying, now I might be able to last a little longer.”
“Good. Get in me already.” And then we’re kissing again and he’s on top of me. I’m still wet, and more than ready, when he enters me.
The moment his full length is buried deep, Hunter releases a streak of desperate curses against my lips. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”
He withdraws, then plunges back in.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why is sex so good?” His lust-soaked expletives heat the air between us.
“Sex or sex with me?” Yep, apparently even during the act of copulation, I resort to fishing for compliments.
“Sex with you,” he says hoarsely.
“So it wouldn’t be this good with anybody else?”
His head jerks as he shakes it, his dark hair tickling my cheek. “I don’t know if it’s ever been this good.”
I’m sure that’s probably his eight-month drought talking, but I like to think maybe it’s me.
He starts to move, and I meet him thrust for thrust by lifting my ass. As he plunges into me over and over and over again, we kiss frantically and make helpless, tortured noises against each other’s lips. It feels amazing. I don’t think I’m going to come again, but I already got my orgasm and now I get to watch Hunter as he comes apart before my eyes.
Anguish creases his forehead. He bites his lower lip, then slowly releases it. He curses. He groans. His eyes are hot with lust.
He fucks me for longer than I expected, and I realize that his chest is trembling and his features are taut because he’s trying desperately not to lose control. So I scrape my nails down his back and squeeze my inner muscles around his dick. “Let go,” I urge.
He moans. “You sure?”
“Uh-huh. There’s nothing hotter than watching you right now. Give it to me.”
Heat flares in his eyes and then his hips snap forward. The tempo quickens. His breaths come out in short pants, until he gives a final thrust and I can feel the orgasm shudder through his body. When he peers down at me, he looks sleepy and sated and it’s so damn sexy.
“That was good,” I mumble.
“So good.” His head drops again, his mouth prodding at me as his lips seek any sort of contact. They connect with my chin, and he kisses it before burying his face in my neck.
“I’m sorry I made you break your vow,” I whisper sheepishly, as I hold him tightly against me.
“I’m not,” he whispers back.
29
Hunter
“Hey, is Matty here?” I ask when Conor opens the door the next afternoon. It’s one-thirty, Demi left my house thirty minutes ago, and I’m in desperate need of advice.
Con shakes his head. “He went home with Andrea last night. Hasn’t come back yet. The rest of the guys are still passed out. And I’m about to lift some weights. Come on, you can spot me.”
“Sure, what the hell.” I step inside and take off my coat and boots.
“How was last night?” Conor asks with a knowing grin.
Incredible, I want to say. Magnificent. Tremendous. Mind-blowing. Stupendous. There aren’t enough adjectives to describe how good last night was. It was the best sex of my life, hands down.
When I woke up this morning and saw Demi lying naked in my bed, so sweet, so irresistible, I couldn’t help myself again. I made her come with my tongue, and then she gave me a handjob that made me see stars. After I spilled into her hand, she winked, brought one of her fingers to her mouth to lick it up, and I almost came again.