Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Nodding, I closed us in before making my way to the en suite. The shower was made of rock and stone, earth tones, with two showerheads. Across the bathroom was a Jacuzzi tub, which came in handy when I was sore from riding.
Once I had the water going, Linc turned me toward him and began unstrapping my sling. “Let Nurse Lincoln take care of you,” he told me, and I smiled.
He got the sling off and carefully took care of my shirt. From there he knelt, taking off my pants and underwear, then rooting his nose around in my groin. “I thought you said it’s been a long day?”
“I don’t care. You still smell good.” He lapped at my balls, then sucked my cock deep into his throat before letting it out with a pop. He stood, pulled his tee over his head, and stepped out of his jeans.
He wore a jock, of course, and I reached around to cup his ass.
“This is my lucky jock. I wore it to Jockstrap Mondays at Fever, one of the times we went home together.”
“I remember.” Teasing his crease, I leaned in and kissed his throat again. “You’ll have to wear them the next time we go too.”
“Are we still allowed to do that? I wasn’t sure what the rules are now that we’re boyfriends.”
“Do you want to go?”
“You know I do, but with you. I wouldn’t go home with anyone else or touch anyone else.”
“I trust you, Linc. And you know I look for any excuse to see that sexy fucking body of yours. Everyone at Fever will see my pretty boy.”
I reached for his jock, but he shook his head. “You can’t use your arm, or I won’t shower with you. I’ll do the washing.”
So I watched. Watched while his lithe, firm body stepped out of the jock. Thought about licking his cum gutters, squeezing his pert bubble butt. Kissing that mole I liked so much.
He took my hand, and we stepped into the shower. He hadn’t been lying. He washed me, then himself. It was really hard not to take over when he got to his ass, but it was fun to watch too.
When we were finished, he dried me off. Insisted on putting the stupid fucking sling back on, and I realized I was just as eager to fuck Linc without having my left arm wrapped up as I was to ride again.
“Are we going to get to the worshipping now?” he asked. His cock was long and hard, a pearly drop on the tip.
I cupped his tight, heavy, shaved balls. “Oh yeah…we definitely are.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lincoln
Maybe one day I’ll be a nurse like Lincoln. ~ Trey
Rush led me to his plush bed with its massive, old-fashioned headboard and gray bedding. “Where do I wanna start? With your pretty cock?” He ran his finger from the base of my erection to the tip, before sliding his hand around and cupping my left cheek. “Or my favorite ass? Eenie, meenie, miney, moe.”
“Hurry up and choose one before I do it for you,” I teased. He was already making me lose control.
He nodded toward the bed. “Lie on your back.”
Without wasting any time—I mean, he had promised to worship me—I did exactly as he said. My head rested on the pillows, and I spread my legs, waiting for him.
Rush grabbed lube and a condom from his nightstand and tossed them to the bed, then joined me, kneeling between my legs. “Christ, you’re so fucking gorgeous, you make my head spin,” he said, and my heart slammed against my chest and my stomach swooped as though I were on a roller coaster. “That blond hair around your head like a halo, but really, you’re a naughty boy.”
“I thought I was good?”
“Oh, you are. You’re the best. It’s good to be naughty with me.” He leaned over, using his good hand to hold himself up, and ran his tongue across each of my collarbones. “Please let me take my sling off, Red. I’ll be careful. I wanna touch you with both hands.”
“No.” I shook my head. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“This is like therapy.”
“You take that sling off, and I won’t let you touch me.” There was no way I would be the reason Rush hurt himself or his recovery took longer. I’d never forgive myself.
“Fine. You’re no fun.”
“On the contrary, I’m a whole lot of fun. Start touching me again, and I’ll show you how much.”
He grinned this bright fucking grin that twisted me up, made my breath speed up.
“Whatever you want.”
Rush’s mouth covered mine, his tongue delving deep. I rutted up against him, needing contact, needing to feel his body against mine as he kissed me.
He smelled like motor oil and fresh air, making me wonder if he was somehow made up of them. He kissed down my neck, sucked, then pulled off. “You taste so good. Like vanilla ice cream on a hot summer day. I’m going to lick you everywhere, Red.”