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)
We tugged and grabbed at each other’s clothes as we made our way down the hall to my bedroom.
“I assume since I won,” I said, “that means I get to top.”
He chuckled, and I felt his smile spread against my face. “Don’t lie. You’re just impressed at what a good bottom I am already.”
“Impressed is an understatement.” I spit the words out before kissing him again. I felt particularly needy—fucking hungry—for his lips and tongue. Despite my efforts at keeping him close, Ethan shoved me back against the wall and pulled my shirt up. I raised my arms, allowing him to remove the inconvenience and did the same for him to get these fucking clothes out of our way.
As our lips met again after what felt like too long of a break, a rush of relief washed through me.
Ethan felt much more at ease than he had during our little wrestling match. He wasn’t guarded or tense. With each kiss, it was like he was steadily tearing down all the walls he’d tried to put between us. He hooked his arm around me, pulling our bodies close so our chests and torsos pressed up against each other.
He trailed the back of his hand down my side, pulling away from me just enough to reach the fly of my jeans, which he worked to get undone as quickly as he could.
“Didn’t you like bottoming for me?” I asked him as he unfastened my fly. I gripped his ass, squeezing tight.
He growled.
“Should I take that as a yes?”
He glanced around the hallway before looking me dead in the eyes. “Get your ass in the bedroom. I’m not wasting time with a bunch of foreplay when we could be getting to what we both really want.”
“I like the way you think, Mr. Harris,” I said before we hurried into the bedroom together. We stripped, and as I retrieved the condoms and lube from the nightstand, Ethan tackled me from the side, pulling me onto the bed.
As I landed on the bed, he pushed me on my stomach and repositioned so that he lay against my back, his girth between my ass cheeks.
Nice as it was to have my victory against him during our fight, it felt even better to be trapped beneath his weight, his hard cock rubbing against me.
“Trying for a rematch?” I asked.
He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “I have a feeling you’d enjoying losing to me, Ninja.”
“I don’t think Ethan Fucking Harris would have appreciated winning if he didn’t deserve it.”
“I’m pretty sure I deserve it.” He rolled off me, to my side. “Roll over.”
“There’s my bossy bottom again,” I teased, earning another smile.
But I obeyed his request. He licked his forefinger and middle finger before sliding them between my cheeks, pushing into me.
I didn’t fight him. Just relaxed as I released the condoms and lube onto the sheets beside me.
He worked his way in. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt like he moved his fingers around differently since he’d had mine in his ass—since he knew what it was like to experience it himself.
A quick push farther back, and he announced, “There it is.”
I checked his expression, a broad grin.
“So goddamn pleased with yourself now that you can find it so easily, aren’t you?”
“I’ll show you what it means to be pleased.” His words were almost a warning, one I didn’t doubt as he massaged my prostate, my dick twitching on my abdomen.
My cheeks filled with heat, and he snickered. “Laughing at how you can get to me like this?”
He groaned as he leaned close to me, his fingers still inside me as he ran his nose up my abdomen. “Just thinking about the possibilities of every way I can drive this body of yours crazy.”
He kissed up to my nipple, which he ran his tongue in circles around.
“Fuck, well, you’re doing a damn good job of that.”
He applied more pressure to my prostate, and my dick fucking ached.…God, being with Ethan was like being a teenager again, finding out about masturbating for the first time and needing it constantly. What the fuck was he doing to me? I wasn’t some sex-crazed adolescent…except I was when I was with him.
I writhed about on the mattress as, with a few subtle movements, Ethan pushed me closer and closer to the edge, evoking a soft whimper.
“Now I’m starting to get a little jealous,” he said.
I laughed before sitting up and kissing him. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave Straighty hanging,” I said, offering a kiss and pushing him down onto the pillows at the head of the bed.
He slid his fingers out of me, and I started to lick my fingers when he said, “Uh uh. I want that cock in me.”
“Ooh, none of this child’s play for Straighty. He’s ready for grad school, isn’t he?”