Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I sucked his balls too, and rubbed a saliva-slicked finger on the sensitive skin behind his sac. It drove him wild. I could feel him tense all over. I tapped his swollen cock on my bearded jaw and glanced up.
“Go on. I can take it,” I urged.
Dexter’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I can’t. I’ll come.”
“I think that’s the point. C’mon. Use me. I’ll return the favor later.”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a beat, then grabbed my head meaningfully. I opened up and sucked like mad while Dex held me hostage, fucking my mouth with abandon. I was proud of myself for not gagging. He didn’t go easy on me. If anything, he’d taken his instructions and run with them. Use me.
“Wait. Stop. I’m gonna—”
I didn’t wait, and I certainly didn’t stop. I raked my nails along his ass and found another gear—one Dex couldn’t keep pace with. Sure enough, he faltered, nearly tearing hair from my head as he shot his load. And yes, I swallowed every drop.
I didn’t give him a chance to recover. I was on my feet, my tongue in his mouth a moment later. He whimpered, breaking the connection to stare slack-jawed in wonder.
“I…I can’t—wow.”
I chuckled, bending to pull his boxer briefs and jeans up. “Wow.”
“Your turn,” he mumbled, fumbling for my belt.
I held his wrist. “Upstairs. Trust me. The tile floor is terrible for your knees.”
We kissed all the way to my room, pausing at the bottom of the stairs, the top of the landing, and against the doorjamb. The crazed fervor of earlier had been replaced by a sweet yet insistent connection. It was as if I couldn’t not kiss him.
I separated long enough to yank Dex’s T-shirt over his head, walking him toward the bed. As his knees hit the mattress, Dex pulled me on top of him and wrapped his legs around me.
“I think you should fuck me,” he hummed softly.
“Ja?”
“Ja. I want your big Viking dick inside me.” Dex licked my mouth. “Please.”
I shivered with need and hopped off the bed to strip my clothes off, and finish undressing him. Slowly. I untied Dex’s right shoe, his left, pulled off each sock and set them on the floor before tugging his jeans and boxer briefs off, too.
Herregud, he was gorgeous. Impossibly beautiful, like a model, a fallen angel, a god.
I drank in the sight of Dex with his arms wide and his semihard cock lolling on his abdomen. That smile, though. He was taunting me, daring me to come and get him, take what I wanted…what we both wanted. I licked my lips greedily and dove for the lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer.
I climbed between Dex’s legs and pushed his knees to his chest. Desire thrummed through my body like electricity as he tapped his puckered entrance, and slid a single digit along the crease. Shit, I was dizzy now. I uncapped the lube and nudged his hand aside.
Two fingers massaging his prostate was too much. Dex moaned aloud, arching off the bed as he patted the mattress in search of the condom. I took the hint and suited up and entered him slowly.
Dex didn’t want slow. We’d done this often enough that we’d begun to learn each other’s threshold for pleasure and pain. Whether consciously or not, Dex signaled what he wanted as soon as he’d adjusted to my weight and feel of my cock buried to the hilt inside him. There wasn’t much nuance. A soft caress on my flank or a rough tug of my hair meant what anyone thought they might—go easy, or fuck me hard and do it now.
It was my call tonight. I didn’t want to use him; I wanted him with me every step of the way. I rolled my hips, rocking back and forth, sucking his tongue, licking his lips, thrusting gently at first, then a little harder, a little faster.
The bedsprings groaned as he pulled me in, all arms and legs, fingernails, teeth, and tongues. And the thump, thump, thump of our bodies colliding, falling, and flying.
I gasped for air and roared like a wounded animal, bucking my hips wildly. I felt the spray of his release between us and realized we’d come together. I liked that. I liked him. I liked his gorgeous body, his kind heart, and his capacity to open up…and let me in.
Me…of all people.
Sometimes he felt like a gift I couldn’t repay or reciprocate. Maybe someday I’d find a way.
CHAPTER 24
DEXTER
In a funny twist, Troy asked me to cover his Thursday evening practice for the mill. Viggo’s team.
“My sister and her family are coming to visit, and they arrive that day. I should have dinner with them. But hey, don’t worry, I’ll be coaching this weekend,” Troy assured me.
No problem. In fact, I loved that I had an excuse to watch Viggo in action. Goofing around with a bunch of kids while wearing street clothes wasn’t the same as suiting up in workout gear with a Velcro belt at your waist to play a competitive game of flag football. His teammates were big, brawny men who made up for their lack of talent with muscle and machismo.