Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“What?” I played it off. “Didn’t think I’d be so good at taking the D?” I said while my brain agreed with him.
“Shut up. Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it too.” He pulled the condom off, leaned over me and tossed it into the trash before he clicked the lamp off.
He was right…I did. It was the same mixture of emotions I’d felt when he got jealous or we joked about being exclusive. I’d never been exclusive with anyone in my life. I wanted to slam the door on both of those things…but there was a quiet part of me that hoped they would creep in anyway…sneak under the door and find their way inside.
“I should go,” I said.
“Stay,” he replied. “I just took your ass for the first time. The least I can do is let you spend the night in my bed afterward.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I asked.
“What if you do?” he replied.
I was quiet for a moment…then, “It’s just because I’m tired.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Ethan.”
“You’ve been getting awfully bossy. Just because you topped doesn’t mean anything.”
“You like it. You like that I dare to speak to you the way no one else does.”
I ignored that, and it wasn’t long before Sean fell asleep. My mind wouldn’t shut down. I kept wondering what I was doing here and why I wanted to be here. What it meant, where it would go but then, he pulled me close, put his head on my chest, and I rubbed his back.
The next thing I knew, my world went black.
22
Sean
I woke up to the sunlight stinging my eyes as it slipped past the blinds on the other side of my bedroom.
Though I was still tired as fuck from messing around with Ethan the night before, I felt relaxed…and as satisfied as I had when I’d fallen asleep.
It had been an amazing night, and I was glad Ethan let me share that first time with him. It was fun getting to see that need in his eyes…how eager he was to explore new and uncharted territory. And hot as the sex was, it was fun and playful, too. It was different from anything I’d ever shared with another guy. A connection, a closeness, that was very different for me. Considering Ethan’s past with just women, I figured it was very different for him too. Although reading Ethan wasn’t my strength, so I could have been totally off-base.
I rolled over, expecting to see Ethan lying beside me, but he was gone.
The excitement I felt about getting to see him again was replaced with disappointment.
I figured he’d wised up at some point during the night and decided to get his ass out of there.
Fair enough. It was bold of me to ask him to stick around. Hell, I wasn’t even sure why I’d done it, but I wanted to stay with him. I liked his company, and there wasn’t that awkward sensation that I got sometimes after I hooked up with someone, like one of us just needed to leave.
I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth with Listerine before hopping into the shower.
I rinsed off real quick before slipping out and wrapping a towel around my waist.
A loud sound came from outside my room like someone was in the kitchen.
Had Ethan stuck around after all?
I left my room and as I made it through the short hallway to my main living area, I saw Ethan standing behind the bar, shirtless, using a spatula to slide an omelet onto a plate.
I was relieved that he’d stuck around, that he hadn’t rushed off like I’d suspected.
“Oh, Gordon Ramsay has been busy this morning, hasn’t he?” I teased.
He glanced up at me, a smile spreading across his face like he was appreciating memories about the night before.
“For a second there, I thought I was going to have to come in and wake your tired ass up,” he said before scraping another omelet onto a separate plate.
“I’m surprised you didn’t need to. I’m tired as fuck.”
“Why don’t you get your ass over here and give me a kiss? I’d say I’ve earned it, considering I spent the last twenty minutes making you breakfast.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as I walked around the bar, noticing he was just in a pair of boxers. “Aren’t you just a bossy bottom now?”
“You like it when I’m bossy.”
Before I had a chance to make a smart-ass comment, his lips were on mine, and they felt as good as they’d felt the night before…as they’d always felt.
He wrapped an arm around me, pressing his hand against the small of my back and pulling me so that our torsos were flush.
He broke our kiss, chuckling.
“I can feel how much you’re loving this,” he said before sliding his hand against my crotch, feeling my hardening girth. “But you need something else in your mouth besides my come.”