Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I’m so glad I told Mom the truth because if I hadn’t, your act certainly would have.”
Mom smiles. “And that’s why you never got away with anything as a teenager.” She hugs Sienna. “I love you, my dear, but you can’t lie to save your life.”
“Damn it. I was going to have so much fun.”
“Definitely glad I told Mom the truth,” I say.
“Truth about what?” Dad asks.
I go to tell him, when my mother cuts me off.
“Nothing you need to worry about. Let’s go catch up with our daughter and leave the newlyweds alone for a while.” Then she looks at me in the way only a mother can.
Her expression tells me to do the right thing and talk to my husband.
She takes Sienna by the arm and says, “Okay, take me to your apartment so I can clean it.”
“Mom,” Sienna whines.
As soon as they’re out the door, I turn to go find Dex, only to run right into him.
His arms wrap around my back. “I thought they’d never leave.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to say we need to talk when he kisses me with a needy force.
I stumble back, but he pulls me closer. The protest that we need to talk comes out like a soft moan, which only encourages him.
We fumble our way over to the couch, and we fall with Dex on top of me. He doesn’t break from my mouth, only dives deeper with his tongue.
I need to back away. We need to talk. But when I break my lips from his, he kisses my neck instead, and my words die.
Dex’s muscular body grinds against mine. My head spins, my aching cock wants more, but we have to set some boundaries or … fuck, I’m in so much trouble. I need to know what we’re doing.
“Dex, wait—”
But then his hand reaches between us and undoes the fly on my jeans, pausing right as he lifts his head. “Wait? For what?”
His warm brown eyes, filled with heat but a touch of vulnerability, make me forget everything.
“I don’t fucking know.”
“I want to touch you,” he begs. “I’ve wanted to since last night. Please, can I?”
“I’m not going to stop you.”
Then the tables are turned. Where last night, I was the one jerking him off while rutting against him, he’s now doing the same.
His hand works me over, his touch sends shivers down my spine, and the whole experience is even more surreal sober than it was in a drunken haze last night.
His grip is firm and confident, and he knows how to drive me crazy. His thumb swipes over the tip, collecting precum that he uses to make my cock glide through his fist easier.
Dex feels so good against me, so much better than I ever could have imagined. My fantasies don’t live up to this real-life connection.
We’re best friends. I’ve always felt close to him. But this, it’s more than close. I’m—
“Holy fuck, I’m gonna come already,” I rasp.
He’s had his hand on me for all of a couple of minutes, but I can’t hold back. I slam my eyes closed as I unleash, riding the wave that even Dex’s chuckle can’t bring down.
When I can finally catch my breath and the ropes of cum settle on my skin and the bottom of my shirt, Dex lifts up and looks me in the eye.
Where he was wearing his puppy dog eyes before, now he’s all smug.
“And I was worried I was going to be bad at that.”
I don’t want to tell him it had nothing to do with the quality of handjob and everything to do with him being the one giving it to me, so I opt for casual snark instead. “Come on, dude. I know you’ve had plenty of practice at that. I room with you at away games.”
“Mm, true. But being the one who draws out the sound of you coming is so much sexier than hearing you do it.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmhmm.” His hand is still around my dick, and he strokes lightly.
“Want me to return the favor?”
“Hmm, nah. We’ll call this one even since I fell asleep last night after promising you another orgasm.” Dex sits up and wipes the rest of my cum on his shirt. “But today has gotten me thinking, and—”
“Oh God, don’t tell me. You’ve decided it’s a good idea for us to adopt a child. As a joke. On a whim.”
Dex laughs. “How’d you know?”
“After this marriage, I wouldn’t put anything past you.”
“About that. Uh … our marriage. We’re stuck in it for at least a year, right?”
“Right.”
“Maybe … we could keep doing what we’ve been doing? It’s not like we’re allowed to be with anyone else, so I figure … why not give it a shot?”
Can I keep this up for a whole year? Pretending to be married to him while actually in love with him? Having sex with him and getting him off because he’s not allowed to have sex with his usual type?