Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
We made out for a while longer, pressing our dicks together and humping each other while exploring our mouths as if our very lives depended on it.
By the time I finally cobbled together enough brainpower to spread lube at his entrance and begin fingering him, I was panting almost as much as he was. My heart hammered in expectation, and the soft sounds of his whimpers filled the hotel room. His body was tight and hot, welcoming. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever been so eager to be inside another person’s body. Was it the silence? Did that add to the excitement?
Or was it the bone-deep impression this man needed me?
His body was hungry for touch. Skin pebbled with goose bumps wherever my hands grazed him, and when I held him tightly against me, he sank into my embrace with a deep sigh. I wanted to give him everything, but I was only there for one night.
So I made that one night count. I played with my fingers in his ass until he broke his no-talking vow and whispered, “Please.” The soft sound tightened my chest. After rolling on a condom, I moved up again to kiss him while I moved between his legs and bent his knees over my arms to get the right angle.
Pushing inside of him almost short-circuited my brain. He felt so fucking good—impossibly tight and hot—and his body was small enough for me to fuck him with my forearms resting on the mattress on either side of his head. I looked down at his flushed face while I thrust into him. His eyes were glassy and wide, his lips were puffy and red from my beard, and his previously tidy, dark brown hair was sticking up everywhere from my hungry fingers.
I clenched my jaw against orgasm, begging my balls to hold off until I could give the man beneath me the pleasure he deserved.
His smaller hands came up to clasp the sides of my face, and he held me there. I stared at his magnetic green eyes until I felt his body tense and warm jets of fluid hit my front. He’d come untouched, and it was enough to skyrocket me into orgasm immediately.
“Oh fuck,” I cried, forgetting the no-talking rule and losing my ever-loving mind with the feel of coming deep in his tight body.
As my brain clicked back online, I noticed the feel of his strong legs wrapped around me, the warm wetness trapped between our bellies, and the affectionate fingers that moved through my hair. His mouth pressed small kisses into my neck as our breathing slowed back down.
I pulled back and looked down at the stranger who’d given me such a powerful orgasm. His eyes were already half-lidded with drowsy afterglow, and my cock was telling me to pull out and clean up.
But I wasn’t ready to separate from him so soon.
Eventually, I got up and disposed of the condom before returning to the bed to clean him up. Once I’d finished, I moved him under the covers and climbed in behind him, pulling him into the little spoon position in front of me and holding on tightly.
How the hell was I supposed to let this sweet man go after only one night? And why was I having this reaction when I was so damned experienced in one-night stands?
I never succumbed to what-ifs and thoughts of more. Ever. I’d learned a long time ago that turning a fantastic night in bed into more was a recipe for heartache and trouble.
Regardless of my past and those unspoken rules, I fell asleep still high on the man in my arms, imagining what it would be like to take him out on a date. In my daydreams, we’d have a ton of things in common and spend hours talking and laughing over coffee. In my daydreams I didn’t live in another state and have a job that kept me away from home most nights. Clearly, there was no future with him, but I couldn’t help but want to learn the guy’s name. Maybe I’d find a way to convince him to simply share a cup of coffee with me in the morning.
Sometime later I awoke to warm wet suction on my cock. I looked down at sleepy green eyes peering up at me a little apprehensively from halfway under the big white hotel comforter. I shoved the bedding aside so I could watch him suck me off. His hair was a mess, and I threaded my fingers into it without thinking. I groaned and squeezed my eyes closed, arching up into his mouth as gently as I could in search of more of his hot mouth.
He gagged and winced but continued licking and sucking me. I thumbed away the tears that escaped and almost told him what a good job he was doing and how sexy he looked with his lips wrapped around my dick.