Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Yeah, tomorrow. Sure you don’t want to come?”
“Nah, but we gotta make the most of our time before you go.” I grab his hand and lead him from the kitchen and out to the foyer, stopping at the bottom of the stairwell. “I need you to go upstairs and shower and prepare.”
“Prepare?” He quirks a brow and then drops his head and groans. “You were serious about that?”
“About butt stuff on Valentine’s Day?” I giggle. “Oh, hell yeah. I’ve already done all my preparations. I’ve left everything for you on the counter.”
“And by everything,” he says cautiously, “you mean—”
“All the things you need to clean, and get ready, yes. I know this is your first rodeo, but it’s not mine, and believe me when I say things can get messy quick.”
“Can we not…” He breathes out a laugh. “I’m doing this for you.”
“By the end of the night, you’ll be thanking me. Profusely.”
He glances at his watch. “It’s early to eat.”
“Oh, we’ll eat… after. I find that’s best.”
“Jesus.” He shakes his head. “Don’t go telling your friends I did this shit.”
“Our little secret, butt buddy.” I swat his ass. “Get up there. I’m right ‘behind’ you. Get it? Behind.”
“You’re very witty today.”
“I am.”
“It’s kind of scary.”
I press my body flush to his and grab his dick through his jeans. “I’m horny, too. If you don’t get up those steps and get ready for me, I’m gonna assume you don’t need those, um, er… precautions and we’ll fuck willy-nilly.”
“No willy and no nilly.” He starts up the steps, then glances down with a frown. “Where’s your other shoe?”
“In the pool.” I wave my hand. “Long story. I’m gonna turn off all the food. You go.”
By the time the food is warming in the oven, I’m almost vibrating with anticipation. I never actually thought Monk would agree to this. One night we were playing UNO, and I proposed a wager. If he won, he could fuck me in the ass.
Spoiler alert. I would have let him do that anyway.
But if I won, we would do my version of butt stuff. To say Monk was dismayed by my victory on a draw four is an understatement.
I’ve been with a lot of women and have the backpack of toys and supplies to show for it. I’ve had some good hetero sex, too. Don’t get me wrong. Monk is the best sex I’ve ever had. I just want to expand his horizons a little.
I did all my preparation while the food was cooking. I’m clean as a whistle. When I walk into the bedroom, Monk is sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only his briefs, his broad shoulders gleaming and slightly damp from his shower.
“C’mere,” he says, his eyes softening when they meet mine.
I cross over and he pulls me down to his lap.
“Did you find everything okay?” I can barely suppress my grin. “I left it all on the counter for you.”
“Uh, yeah,” he says wryly. “I saw the whole… kit. I guess I did everything right.”
“Oh my God.” I bury my face in his neck and try not to laugh. “Do I need to check ‘behind’ you?”
“One more butt joke, and we ain’t doing this.”
“No more jokes.” I pull back and school my features into complete sobriety. “This is serious business.”
He leaves kisses along the curve of my neck. “You have on too many clothes.”
I stand and reach for the top button of my dress, but he captures my fingers.
“Let me.” He stands, his eyes not leaving mine as he divests me of my dress, the lacy bra, and then finally coaxes my panties down over my hips and ass until they pool around my ankles.
“Wow.” He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his pupils flaring to drown out the irises and darken his eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Vee.”
I spread my fingers at his nape, tugging his head down so I can suck his bottom lip and then the perfect bow of his upper one.
“Let’s dance,” he whispers into the kiss.
“Let’s what?” I laugh, glancing up through my lashes to make sure I’ve heard him right. “I’m naked, Monk, and you want to dance?”
“It’s still Valentine’s Day. Romance before butt stuff.”
He taps my nose and walks over to the bedside table, pressing a few buttons on a remote. “My Funny Valentine” pours through the hidden speakers, Chet Baker’s dulcet tones making the air sweet and heavy.
Monk slips his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. The song is poignant, and our bodies sway a little, barely qualifying as dancing. But my bare flesh slides against his. The softness of my breasts kissing the unyielding ridges of his chest, my nipples begging for his hands, his mouth—anything to relieve the ache building at the tips. He’s hard against my stomach and the strength of his muscles when he slides his leg between mine steals my breath. Chet is still singing, the song on repeat, but we stop swaying, and I strain up, wrapping one hand around his head and one around his dick, pulling on him and panting at his lips.