Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I climbed between his legs and ran my tongue up his shaft, which made him shudder with pleasure. Then I took my time sucking him, until he rasped, “I need to be in you, Jack.”
He watched like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen as I grabbed the lube and worked myself open. After that, I wiped my hands with some tissues and tried to pry open the box of condoms.
In my haste, I ended up ripping the box in half and flinging rubbers all over the bed, the nightstand, and Reno. I muttered, “Oops,” as I quickly swept them onto the floor. Then I unrolled one over his cock and slicked it with lube.
I said, “Hold still,” as I straddled his hips and took a breath. He planted his feet on the mattress and grasped the headboard’s slats again, as if he was steadying himself.
I tried lowering myself onto his cock and met with all kinds of resistance. It felt like a personal triumph when the tip finally slipped inside me, but then it was slow going to take the rest of him, because he was so thick.
“It’s like trying to fit a can of pop in my ass. Not that I’ve ever tried that,” I muttered. After a beat, I added, “Okay, so there was that one time. But none of us should be held responsible for the things we do when we’re drunk, super horny, and in our early twenties.”
He chuckled at that, and I frowned at him and said, “Focus. If you lose your hard-on before I take all of you, I’m going to be pissed.”
“Oh, believe me, there’s no way that’ll happen. Not with this incredible view.”
Finally, the last couple of inches slipped inside me, and my ass made contact with his hips. I held still for a few moments to get used to the intense stretch and told him, “You need to send a gift basket to every guy that ever let you fuck him, Girth Brooks. I realize that’s probably hundreds of men, but maybe you can get a bulk discount at 1-800-I’m-fucking-sorry. I’m going to look like the Holland Tunnel when we’re done here.”
He grinned and said, “You’re a strange man, Jack O’Donnell.”
The fake name made me wince. The first part was real, but I always made up a last name for the men I met in bars. Why feel guilty, though? I didn’t date, so it wasn’t like I was ever going to see this guy again.
Instead of dwelling on it, I concentrated on rocking Reno’s world. I rode him hard and fast, then slowed down again—back and forth like that, so he wouldn’t finish too quickly.
He was so sexy, especially chained up like that. A couple of times, he got so caught up that he forgot about the cuffs and tried to reach for me. When the restraints pulled him up short, he growled like a wild animal, his muscles flexing as he fought to break free. It made my cock throb, and I began jerking off as I bounced on his lap.
Eventually, he decided he was done letting me set the pace and started thrusting up into me. He happened to be at the perfect angle to graze my prostate, and my higher brain functions shut off as intense pleasure and sensation reverberated through me.
I started jerking off faster as I braced myself with a hand on his shoulder. A minute later, he threw his head back and yelled as he started to come. His thrusts were so forceful that all I could do was wrap my arm around him and hold on. He nailed my prostate even harder with me in that position, and I ended up shooting all over both of us.
The orgasm was so intense that it left me shaking. I reached behind me and held the condom in place as I climbed off of him. Then I unlocked the cuffs and dropped onto the mattress.
Reno kissed my shoulder and told me he’d be right back before heading to the adjoining half-bath. That gave me a chance to catch my breath and try to get myself together. When he returned, I took a turn in the bathroom, where I did a half-assed job of cleaning myself up.
Normally, I’d get dressed and make a hasty departure at this point. I was still feeling shaky though, so after I put on my briefs, I curled up next to Reno. He looked happy and relaxed, and he pulled a soft blanket over both of us as I told him, “I’ll be out of your hair soon. I just need to rest for a minute.”
“Why don’t you spend the night? In the morning, I’ll try to impress you with my epic Eggs Benedict.”
The last thing I remembered was muttering, “So fancy.”