Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
He adds his fingers, and I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to two without the help of lube before.
Heat tingles down my spine and in my gut. My cock is still standing tall, untouched and aching, but I don’t want Brix to stop, and I don’t want to take my hand off the wall because I don’t want to smash my head against the tile.
His fingers reach my prostate, and over and over again, I’m hit with a wave of sensation I’m not used to.
My hips rock backward. “Need. More.”
Instead of giving me what I want, he pulls away completely.
“No!” I breathe heavily.
My body feels wrung out already, and I haven’t even come yet.
He stands and runs the tip of his hard cock along the crack of my ass. “Think you’re ready for all of me?”
“Lube.”
Brix laughs. “Of course.” He smacks my ass. “Bed.”
He helps me out of the tub, and on wobbly legs, I stumble toward the bed in the hotel suite.
I fall to my hands and knees.
“Nuh-uh. On your back.”
“Oh, thank God.” I flop over, narrowly missing the bottle of lube Brix throws next to me. “I don’t know how long I could’ve held myself up for.”
The mattress dips as Brix’s knees hit the bed. I lift my head and watch his big body crawl toward me.
Skin on skin, he lowers himself on top of me, his hard cock lining up next to mine. His mouth leaves light kisses from my neck, down my chest, and then he latches onto a nipple.
As much as I’m loving this, he’s got me all keyed up, and now he’s trying to slow us down.
“Brix. I need you inside me.”
Brix reaches for the lube. “Legs up.”
“Yes,” I hiss and grip my knees, lifting my ass off the bed.
His slippery fingers dip inside me before he adds more lube to them and pushes inside again. The thought of taking his fat cock makes me nervous, but as he stretches me and preps me, all that worry is forgotten.
That is, until I feel the head of his dick at my entrance.
Fuck, this thing is going to tear me in two.
“Nah, don’t go tensing up now,” Brix whispers. “You’re doing so good.”
I tell myself to relax.
His eyes flutter as he slowly pushes inside.
The burn rips through me, but I know it’ll go away soon. I close my eyes and breathe through it.
Brix pauses. “Look at me.” When I do, I melt under his deep brown gaze. “I’ve got you, okay?”
“Okay.”
The urge to come dies down a little while he works his way in to the hilt, and when he’s buried inside me, he stops.
We’re connected wholly, on a completely new level, and when he moves inside me, slowly pumping in and out, I can’t take my eyes off his expressive face.
Brix doesn’t give away much on most days, but right now he’s giving me everything.
His concern for me is etched in the set of his jaw. His affection comes through in his warm eyes. The encompassing need is in his hard breaths, as if it’s taking everything in him to make sure he doesn’t go too far.
“You feel amazing.” The rasp in his voice makes my cock jump.
“You do too,” I say softly.
I lift one of my hands and trail a finger over his hard features.
He closes his eyes as he leans into my hand.
The burn eases, and I start taking him easier now.
“As much as I want this to last forever, I don’t think I’m built that way. You feel too good. This is …” He shudders.
I lower my legs and wrap them under his ass, pushing him deeper.
“Oh, fuck.” The soft, affectionate look in his eyes turns dark and heavy.
Brix’s thrusts increase, and he appears on the brink of losing it.
That’s a bigger turn-on than anything he’s done to me. And that’s including the eye-opening rimming.
“I like doing this to you,” I say.
“I …” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
I can tell he’s close. I wrap my hand around my dick and pump hard and fast.
Brix mimics my action with an added roll of his hips.
I shoot toward the edge just waiting for the crash. His hard cock moves in and out and seems to get harder and harder inside me.
He’s losing himself and his rhythmic tempo, starting to fuck me in earnest.
My head’s swimming, losing more and more brain cells with every hit against my prostate.
He’s sweating all over me, and I lean up to lick his salty-sweet neck.
“Brix,” I whisper against his skin. Or perhaps I mumble, “Blergph.” I don’t know anymore.
And when he stills and comes inside me, I fall apart with him.
We lock eyes, and I have the most intense orgasm of my life, but it has nothing to do with the sex.
It’s all Brix.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brix
Whether it’s being locked away for days in one hotel room, the promise of giving each other more pieces of ourselves, or the new way we’ve been making love and exploring each other’s bodies, all I know is I feel undeniably closer to Harley since we checked in.