Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I groan at how fucking ridiculous I’m being. There hasn’t been a time in my life where I put this much worry into whether to try and fuck someone, but this is Evan, not just anyone.
Before I drive myself crazy, I climb into the shower. I wash my hair, my body, then stand under the spray until the water turns cold and my fingers start to prune.
I want him. Christ, I fucking want him. The need surges to the surface, boiling hotter, faster with each moment that passes by.
It’s Evan, we’ll be fine. Talk to him.
What if I hurt him?
I shake those thoughts from my head, turn off the shower, and get out.
My dick is throbbing, fucking aching, making me wish I would have jacked off while in the shower. But it’s not my hand I want. It’s Evan.
Does he want me too? Was it just a heat-of-the-moment thing before? Because of the puppy play? All these damn thoughts and insecurities wreak havoc on my brain as I dry off, then wrap the towel around my waist.
What if I hurt him? I can’t help but think again.
I step out of the bathroom and into my room. Evan’s eyes snap up, lock with mine from where he sits on the edge of my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer trunks, hair wet from his shower, leg bouncing up and down.
“Frankie, I…”
I take a step closer, then another and another, not stopping until I’m right in front of him.
Reaching out, I cup his cheek, brushing his perfect cheekbone with my thumb. “I want you,” I tell him, and he lets out a deep, shaky breath as if he’d been hoping I’d say that.
“I want you too.”
19
Evan
I hardly speak the words “I want you too” before I lunge at Frankie.
This feels so unlike me, yet it’s just like something I’d feel comfortable doing in puppy space. Just being playful, frisky…my inner golden retriever, really.
It’s this animalistic part of me that’s been craving him like this ever since we messed around that first time.
Our jaws hit before we find one another’s lips.
Frankie doesn’t resist me, just greets my kisses with his own, his tongue effortlessly sliding between my lips as though he’s caving to his own primal impulses.
He guides me onto the mattress, crawling across it before laying me on my back.
He’s so forceful and commanding with his movements, yet I can tell he’s taking such care with me at the same time. It’s all those elements of Frankie that make me feel so safe with him in this moment—that make me comfortable with opening up to him in a way that I haven’t felt comfortable opening up with anyone else since Peter.
Even in this simple interaction, I can feel his consideration for me mixed with this frenzied lust…this itch that we’ve both clearly needed to scratch.
As his tongue continues invading my mouth, his hands greedily explore my body.
I’m glad I’m not wearing a shirt since, the way Frankie’s groping and kneading at my flesh like he can’t get enough of it, I’m sure he’d rip it right off.
His hot breath rushes against my face with each breath he takes. My skin pricks at the sensation of him touching all over me the way he is.
My dick’s so fucking hard, and when he finally pulls away from me, he pushes his thumbs beneath the waistband of my trunk boxers and slides them down my legs. While he removes and discards them off the side of the bed, I take a much-needed gasp of air before glancing down.
At some point, he clearly lost the towel around his waist, which lies at the foot of the bed.
I glance at his cock, that cock that tasted so good the other night.
I crawl toward him, keeping low as he rises so that he’s on his knees, upright.
I take his cock like I did the last time, still impressed with the size and how easily it fills my mouth.
He’s already pre-coming, and that makes me feel so sexy and like I’m giving Frankie what he needs.
He threads his fingers through my hair, then runs his hand down to the back of my neck, massaging in a familiar way, like during our training sessions.
“God, that feels so good, Ev.”
I have to remind myself to breathe through my nose as I work to pleasure his cock because his size is a lot more intimidating than Peter’s.
He slides his hand down my back, to my ass, which he cups firmly. “Ev, I need to be inside you.”
And the thought of having his cock inside me, filling me, is so fucking hot…but also intimidating as fuck.
I slide his dick out of my mouth and lean back, on my knees like him so that we’re looking at one another.
“Uh…Frankie…”
“What?” he asks, a worried expression across his face like he’s ready to stop if I’m uncomfortable. Although, considering I basically attacked him to get a kiss, I can’t imagine why he would think I’d want to stop this.