Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
But then his hand came around to squeeze my cock and I was reduced to pieces, all at once. The sensation of him deep inside me while also squeezing my dick sent a rush of heat through me.
“Landry, holy fuck,” I muttered, my breath coming quick now.
He didn’t hold back. He was able to move his hips in a steady rhythm now, thrusting inside me while his strong arm wrapped around, taking me closer and closer with every passing moment.
He was fucking perfect. There was nothing else I could think right now, and I didn’t care if it was just my lust-drunk mind.
He was.
“You’re going to make me come,” I managed to say. I felt the wave of my orgasm already rushing in, pooling in the base of my cock and hitting me all at once.
“Going to come inside you.”
I felt him thrust harder inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom deep inside me.
I let go, giving up any sense of control, coming all over Landry’s tight fist, in a release better than any I could remember. Being stroked by him, inside and out.
“You’re so perfect,” I whispered as I came, even though I’d told myself I wouldn’t say it out loud.
My whole body was hotter than hell. My heart slammed inside me as I caught my breath. He finally released me, pulling out of me and discarding the condom. He grabbed a towel and helped both of us clean off.
I felt like I was in a daze the whole time. A really, really good daze. We both collapsed into bed. He reached out and cradled my body close to his, covering me in kisses.
I still wanted to touch him. I was spent, but I needed skin on skin contact.
I gazed up at him in the dim light of the bedroom, still feeling like I was in a dream. His kind eyes. His pretty, plush lips, a little swollen from how much he’d been kissing me. His hair, a little wild, so soft and shiny in the light.
“It really makes sense why people call you Lucky,” I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair.
He smiled serenely, looking at me like I’d hung the stars. “Other than the fact that Lucock is a last name with the word cock in it, and I needed a better nickname?”
I puffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Other than that.”
I woke up the next morning still feeling surreal. I slowly woke to reality with a warm weight behind my back and a cloud of cozy sheets above me. I took a deep breath in and smelled Landry’s scent all around me, woodsy and lightly spiced and like a small slice of heaven.
He was still asleep. I turned over gently in the bed, trying not to wake him as I opened my eyes and shifted so that I could see him. I watched his span of golden skin in the low morning light, the gentle dips and curves of his bare abdominal muscles.
It was strange that this was nothing like my everyday life, and yet it felt so much more right than everything I’d been doing for years. I wished I could freeze us here, to stay in this moment in this bed for as long as I wanted.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Landry’s phone let out a series of soft noises, intermittently, like he was getting text messages rather than having an alarm go off.
Soon after, I heard Landry murmur and hum, and I knew he was waking up.
“Mmh,” he hummed, reaching his arms out for me in bed and tugging me closer toward his warmth. “You. I like you.”
A fizzle of excitement ran through me. A little more stolen time.
“I like you too, you know.”
A small smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes. “We should do what we did last night again. And again. And again…”
I puffed out a laugh. “I don’t think we’d ever stop, if we could be trapped in this hotel room together forever. I mean, what more do we need? We have a kitchen, a beautiful view, a bed, and each other.”
He bit his bottom lip gently, and it sent me right back to last night, desire rippling through me. He moved his head onto my pillow and kissed me, softly and gently, then kissed the top of my head, breathing deep.
Beep beep beep.
“Do you think you should get that?” I asked.
Landry groaned. “No.”
“Really, though.”
“Yes. I should, even though I don’t want to,” he grumbled. “Can you get it for me? It’s on the other nightstand.”
I reached over and grabbed his phone to hand to him, but he didn’t take it from me, instead just reaching up to rub at his eyes.
“Passcode is 682614,” he said. “You look at what it is. I don’t want to.”
I lifted my eyebrows as I tapped in the code on his phone. “Whoa. Trusting me to open up your phone, huh?”