Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Say please.”
“Please.” My reply was out almost before he finished the request. I trembled, thighs shaking, arms burning, fingers clawing at the sheets. “Oh God. I’m so close.”
“I’m gonna go hard.” If that was a warning, it was the best I’d ever heard.
“Please. That. Hard as you want.” I arched my back farther, moaning as he pushed my shoulders down, exaggerating the angle. Now, every tiny movement enhanced the pressure on my prostate. “I can take it.”
I hoped, at least. And if I couldn’t, well, it had been a good life, and this was a hell of a way to go. But, of course, Denver didn’t push too far. True to his word, he did go harder, thrusting faster, but he stayed in control, perfect grip on my hips, perfect slide of his thick cock, perfect stretch of my rim. I gave myself over to the fuck, the way I loved to do when I went down on him. Instead of hurtling closer to the edge, I rode a wave of pleasure. I was so deeply one with the fuck I almost missed the graze of Denver’s hand against my aching cock.
“Now, baby.” He stroked me with a firm, slippery grip. My body ricocheted back from make-this-last-forever to gotta-come-now. “Come. Come on.”
I hardly needed the urging, orgasm rolling through me, shoulders and back undulating with the force of my climax. My ass spasmed with each spurt of my cock. It did that with fingering too, but having Denver’s cock to clench against was another level of good. And he was still thrusting, drawing the pleasure out until my cock pulsed, valiantly trying to keep coming. Right as the sensations shifted from good intense to almost too much, his rhythm stuttered.
“Gonna…” And then I groaned with him because I could feel him come in the condom, the subtle increase in pressure. I also moaned because knowing he was coming was its own sort of pleasure. I’d pleased him that much. His orgasm was the most potent praise he offered, and my body gave one last shudder.
He was gentle as he pulled out, but I still winced as I rolled away from the wet spot. He grabbed one of our discarded towels and handed it to me. However, I was breathing way too hard to do much more than swipe at my stomach and the come on the bed.
“Sweet baby Jesus. I had no idea.” My voice sounded fuzzy, throat suddenly parched. I stretched, intending to get up in search of water, but my body had other ideas. I yawned big as Denver settled behind me, holding me close. My limbs felt heavy, almost drugged. “Fuck. How am I so tired again?”
“You’re cute when you babble.” Denver kissed my sweaty neck.
“You fucked all the sense out of me.”
“Good.” He patted my torso. “Rest.”
“We shouldn’t sleep the day away.” I yawned again, with absolutely zero intent of moving anytime soon.
“Sure we should.” Denver wrapped me tightly in his arms like I was his personal body pillow. I was powerless to do anything other than doze until a meaty aroma crept into my dreams.
Chapter Twenty
Denver
I’d cooked in one-room cabins, ski lodges, diners, pizza places, hotel restaurants, and plenty of cheap rental kitchens, but I’d never cooked a romantic meal before. Hell, I’d never wanted romance, had run from any whiff of it, and I continued to think Sean’s idea that we should date was laughably idealistic. And yet, here I was, wide awake while Sean snoozed on, making a post-sex meal for two, humming softly to myself while I worked.
I could have easily scrambled some eggs or offered some chips and hummus, but I wanted to impress Sean and do something nice for him. Romantic bribery? Oh, he said he wanted to keep me around and wanted more than sex, but trust remained in short supply.
“What’s that amazing smell?” Sean sat up in the bed and stretched. He looked delightfully rumpled, skin flushed, hair messy, faint beard burns here and there, and kiss-swollen lips. The temptation to rejoin him on the bed was strong.
“A snack. Too early for dinner, too late for lunch.”
“Tapas or happy hour?” Sean suggested in a goofy voice. “Happy for me, at least.”
“You’re cute, all sexed-out. Doesn’t take much to make you happy.”
“I’m a simple guy. Easy to please.” Sean left the bed in favor of padding naked to the small dinette set where I’d set the food. Working with what I had in the fridge, I’d made some chicken skewers, small meatballs, spiced potato wedges, a couple of dipping sauces, and some cut-up vegetables. “Serve me meat, fuck me silly…” Sean took a seat, only to make another happy noise. “Oooh, is that peanut sauce?”
“Yeah.” My skin heated. His obvious appreciation was both gratifying and unfamiliar. “Working at the diner, I don’t get as much chance to experiment as I’d like.”