Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I step closer to the showerhead, and Ryan walks on his knees not far behind, until the water is flowing behind us. Pressing my forearm against the wall, beside the hanging shower caddy, I arch my back, serving my ass up to him. Ryan eagerly accepts my invitation, pulling my cheeks apart before offering a quick kiss, then a lick up the crease. It’s such a simple move, but it’s got my body aching for him again.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
He rises to his feet, grabbing the soap and spreading some more across the loofah before scrubbing himself down, the suds sliding across his chest and abs, as he whistles innocently.
“That was mean,” I tell him. “Getting me hungry for it and then abandoning me.” He likes to edge me like this, and I’ve learned I like it too.
“Just trying to make sure you’re nice and horny for when I fuck you,” he says before reaching out and snatching my hard-on, giving it a quick rub.
I grab the soap and collect some in my hand before rubbing down his shaft, stroking to show the same care at cleaning him as he did with me, then move out of the way of the showerhead so he can rinse it off. When I’m finished, I take the loofah from him and scrub him down, returning the favor, tending to that perfect flesh I’ve become so familiar with since we started fucking around. While I’m on my knees, covering his legs, with his stiff cock right in front of me, I can’t help myself. I lean forward, taking him into my mouth. Because of what he did to me, I’m not as nice as I normally would be—I’m all tease, letting my tongue play on his flesh as water spills over my face, splashing against his cock.
He moans.
“Not so nice when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” I ask as his cock swells.
“Just get up and let me fuck you.”
Relieved my plan worked, I push to my feet.
Ryan grabs the condom he set on the shower nook and tears it open with his teeth, but it catches. “Fuck,” he mutters. “That wasn’t as slick as I usually am. Think I tore it.”
He starts like he’s about to get out of the shower, but I rest my hand on his arm. “We discussed that we’ve been tested since we started doing this. I haven’t been with anyone else, and we’ll be continuing this…”
His eyes light up, so clearly he knows what I’m getting at. “I haven’t been with anyone either,” he assures me.
That shouldn’t make me as happy as it does, but I guess this proves I have these ridiculous feels.
“Mart, you want me to fuck you raw?”
Raw seems like such a dirty word, but it’s exciting too, and the soaring sensation in my chest lets me know exactly how much I want that.
“Do you want to fuck me raw?” I ask, anxiety bubbling up in me as I worry he might say no.
He grins the broadest grin I’ve ever seen on that face and nods, and then his gaze shifts to my cock, which probably can’t get much harder. “Mmmm. I like that you’re eager for it. Turn around.”
I obey, pressing my forearms against the tiled wall, arching my back again.
Ryan squats down and rests his hands against my ass cheeks. He kisses me again, this time tongue-filled, the way he’d kiss my mouth. Eagerness swells in my pelvis, rising to meet the excitement in my belly, which is nothing like the bundle of nerves I was that first time we fucked around.
He growls. “Fuck, I could rim you all day.”
He nibbles against my ass cheek, then offers a gentle kiss before pushing to his feet.
As he pumps some lube, I spread my legs.
“Ready as ever for me,” he observes. “Well, almost…”
He massages his fingers against me, providing me with extra lubrication. Then he lines himself up and slides in, cautious as he always is, reminding me how good he is about reading my body, waiting for my muscles to loosen up before proceeding. He feeds me inch by inch until he’s touching that familiar spot. I arch my back some more and moan.
“Yeah, there you are,” he says, and I can hear how victorious he feels.
He rests a hand against my abs, pulling me close, letting me adjust until he pushes back with a final thrust. The way he slides against that spot has my nerves in a frenzy, goose bumps pricking across my flesh.
“It feels so good,” I confess, loving knowing that there’s only a slight lube barrier between me and his flesh.
“Your ass feels amazing.”
He leans close, his mouth against my neck, offering kisses. I turn my head so his lips are only a few inches from mine, and he takes a kiss while working up a decent pace. This guy knows how I need to be fucked.