Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I still took my time and sped up gradually, to make sure he was okay. That was always important, obviously, but now more than ever since it was his first time bottoming. If I messed this up, he might never want to try again. That would be tragic, since he told me he’d fantasized about doing this for years.
A change came over him when I shifted slightly and started nailing his prostate. He moaned and began jerking himself off, and I finally let myself relax.
I fucked him harder and faster, and Arie planted his feet on the mattress and started meeting each thrust with a rock of his hips. That drove me wild. We fell into a quick, almost frantic rhythm, his body moving with mine. He looked flushed and wild and gorgeous as he whispered, “Oh god, Tory, this feels so good.”
“Say my name again.”
“I’m yours, Tory. Only yours.”
Those words were like gasoline on a fire. I fucked him harder still, claiming him with each thrust. He blurted, “Oh fuck,” as he shot all over his chest and stomach. At the same time, his tight little ass clamped down on my cock, setting off my orgasm. I groaned as I came, thrusting into him until my body had nothing left to give.
I held the condom in place as I slid out of him and rolled onto the mattress, gasping for air. For a few moments, I couldn’t think or speak. When I could move again, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, removed the condom, and tied it off. Arie handed me a plastic bag and a pack of shower wipes and explained, “You can use the bag as a trash can, since there isn’t one near the bed.”
“Way to think of everything.”
“I really tried.”
We both cleaned ourselves up, and then he poured us a couple of cocktails. “This is spiked lemonade, my own recipe,” he said. “You’ll have to tell me what you think.”
I clinked my glass to his and said, “Saluti,” before taking a sip. He beamed at me when I told him it was delicious.
We arranged the pillows so we could sit up while we watched the sunset, and he pulled a blanket over us and rested his head on my chest. As the sky changed from orange to purple, he said softly, “I meant it when I said I’m yours.”
“I’m yours, too.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “That’s it. I’m calling you my boyfriend, whether you like it or not.”
“I love it.” My guilty conscious was eating at me, so I said, “But there’s so much you don’t know about me. There are things in my past that I’m not proud of. I made terrible decisions, ones I wish I could change—”
He sat up and gently cupped my cheek. “I don’t need you to tell me everything, Tory. Not right now. I see a lot of pain in your eyes, so I know you’re not ready to talk about this stuff. Please don’t force yourself to open up before you’re ready.”
“Are you sure?”
“The things you said you’re not proud of—you’re not doing them anymore, right?”
“Right.”
“So, we really don’t have to dredge up the past. Not today. Let’s just be happy and enjoy this weekend in this amazing house. Okay?” When I nodded, he kissed me and returned his head to my chest.
I knew we had to have this discussion sooner or later. He had a right to know who he was getting involved with, especially now that we were taking this to the next level.
But I agreed to put it off, because I was afraid the truth would ruin what we had. Arie meant everything to me, absolutely everything. And I kept thinking, maybe if we spent a little more time together before I told him everything, he’d get to know the real me. I hoped he’d realize I wasn’t a bad person, even if I was a criminal.
Next weekend, we were planning to fly to San Francisco so I could meet his family. Kit was going to have a lot of questions for me, and I didn’t want to compound my dishonesty by lying to him, too. That meant I had to come clean to Arie sometime between now and then.
The clock was ticking, but I still had a week. And he was right, we didn’t need to talk about it now. He’d been so excited about this weekend, and there was no reason to cast a shadow over our time here.
Once the sun set, we went inside and took a shower. Then we both got dressed in comfortable gym shorts, T-shirts, and hoodies and moved to the outdoor kitchen.
He lit a fire in the pizza oven before turning on a music player and selecting an oldies playlist. When I commented that this wasn’t his usual choice, he said, “I’ve gotten into it lately, ever since you gave me that gorgeous jukebox. My customers and I are loving it, by the way. Our days are filled with music now, and everyone seems happier because of it.” He kissed me before exclaiming, “It’s our song!”