Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I leaned into Smitty’s space and kissed his nose, pushing his hair from his eyes. “You’re not a head case. And did you run away or adjust course? So much of how we see ourselves is our own definition. It’s easier for me to think I’m a doting parent and a conscientious citizen than a former addict who grapples with control issues.”
“Mmm, so I could be a hopeful coach who wants to make a difference at a new school rather than a hopeless schmuck hanging on to old demons.” Smitty nodded slowly as if pondering alternate terminology. “I like it.”
I chuckled. “It has a better ring.”
“True. Now what about us? No walls, no secrets…I like you. I’m not going to insert myself in your life or do anything to make you uncomfortable. I’m gonna coach hockey and hopefully get to know my neighbor…intimately. If he’s down to—”
“Don’t say clown,” I intercepted, stacking our plates.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Smitty flashed a faux-innocent look, holding my wrist before I could continue tidying. “Let me see you. Let me just…”
Smitty drew me to his chest and cupped my face between his hands. He stared at me for a long moment as if memorizing my features. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, tilting my chin and willing him to make the first move. I felt like being manhandled by a bigger man with calloused hands and a thick cock.
So much for playing this cool. So much for thinking I could keep him at bay. He could bend me over this counter right here and now.
He licked my bottom lip and tilted his chin, fusing his mouth over mine. Our tongues danced in a lazy twisting motion. It was sweet and sexy, each thrust building on the last, coaxing the promise of pleasure. My cock throbbed behind my zipper. I lowered his sweats and briefs, grabbing his bare ass for purchase while I devoured him with ravenous openmouthed kisses.
He pulled away, gasping for air as he captured my hands.
“Your room,” I purred, nipping his jaw. “Now.”
12
SMITTY
We stumbled upstairs to my bedroom, pausing to suck face against the foyer wall and again on the landing. I lost my shirt somewhere along the way and I was vaguely aware that my sweats only covered half of my ass. My brain was on autopilot, being led by my monster erection pitching an impressive tent behind the thin layer of fabric.
I pushed him onto my unmade bed and climbed on top of him, tongue-fucking him as I humped his equally rigid cock. The sweet friction was a thousand times better at a horizontal. Don’t get me wrong, I loved every stolen moment in the basement, groping like teenagers drunk on a new high, but this was different. And it wasn’t just that I loved feeling him under me with his legs wrapped around my hips. No, this was…more.
I leaned over to switch on the bedside lamp and grab supplies from the nightstand. Bryson yanked his shirt over his head, lightly shoving me off him in between kisses to finish undressing. I took the hint and shed my clothes, then stood over him, dick in hand, watching him toe off his shoes and shimmy out of his jeans and briefs.
Bryson kicked the duvet aside and lay on the pillow, one leg bent, hands behind his head. His thick cock drooled precum on his lower abs, and fuck…that was hot.
“You’re so goddamn sexy,” I whispered reverently. “I’ve wanted you like this in my bed for so fuckin’ long. Months and months.”
He leaned on his elbow and crooked a finger. “Come here.”
I obeyed, hiking one knee on the edge of the mattress. He scooted closer and glanced up at me, brushing his nose along my shaft, inhaling deeply.
My heart banged against my rib cage at the wicked tease. I traced his jawline with my thumb and tapped the tip over his lips. “Are you gonna sniff or suck?”
He chuckled and opened immediately, twirling his tongue once, twice, then swallowing my length in one go. I pushed his hair aside to get a better view of the show. I loved the way he hollowed his cheeks, and his dirty hum sent a shiver up my spine. The urge to fuck his mouth till I came down his throat was strong, but we both wanted more.
Bryson pulled off with a pop and reached for the lube. “I can tell you right now, I’m not going to last long.”
“Me either,” I admitted, yanking the bottle away. “But let’s go slow. Get on your knees and show me that hole.”
He arched an imperious brow and somehow managed to look like a boss as he turned, presenting the world’s finest ass to me like a gift.
I spread his cheeks wide, admiring his tight pucker before bending to lick it. Bryson fisted the sheets, grunting as I flicked my tongue over his entrance.