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 grunt out as Marty warns, “I’m coming, Ry. I’m coming.”
I’m still shooting as his hips thrust up against me. A quick series of movements follow, and it’s so satisfying knowing he’s shooting up inside me.
As my own climax settles, I mash my lips against his, my tongue greedy for his as he continues filling me up. I usually get to see his heavy load, but I love knowing that tonight it’s pushing in deep, sliding between the crack of my ass and his cock.
Marty jerks a few more times inside me, the sort of involuntary movement he goes through after coming, like some primal instinct to make sure he gets every drop in deep.
We breathe into each other’s mouths, coming down together in a mess of licks and kisses, taking our time as I enjoy his cock still being inside me.
“I can feel you slipping out,” I tell him before deepening my voice to sound like a documentarian: “The Martifuckus Cummingus will breed inside the hole before leaving its burrow to return later to check on his babies.”
Marty laughs. “Martifuckus, huh? What the fuck are you on?”
“Probably a few ounces of protein.”
His cock slips farther before my ass helps along the process, steadily pushing him out.
As I spin back around to him, I say, “Mmmm. The Martifuckus Cummingus will return to breed this same hole hundreds more times over the course of only a few weeks.”
“Hundreds?” he teases.
“Yeah, you know, I wasn’t thinking that you needed to pay me back for all those good times I gave you, but now I’m greedy to collect.”
He beams. “That good, huh?”
“Let’s just say I don’t think we’ll need any extra practice for that.”
The way Marty smirks assures me I’ve stroked his ego nearly as well as he stroked my prostate.
We kiss some more, then rinse and dry off before returning to the bedroom.
I’m completely satisfied as I lie at his side.
I love how fucking effortless it all is—just our routine these days.
Lying in bed with him makes me appreciate why I was so eager to volunteer to help with the build over the summer. Not that I wouldn’t have wanted to do it anyway. Hell, I have free time now that I’m not planning on dedicating the next few years of my life to the NFL.
“I like knowing that we get to have more of this,” I tell him.
“Now that I know what I was missing out on, me too.”
“Oh, that’s all you get. I was just doing that to trap you, and now I got you, so…”
“Mmmm-hmmm, I could tell you weren’t enjoying it at all,” he says in that sarcastic way he has. “Please. I doubt I’ll be able to keep you off my cock now.”
“That’s ridiculous. If anything, I like your cock and ass equally.” Even being jokey, I can’t keep from adding, “And now you know I like you too.”
“I believe the phrasing was that we’ve got the feels for each other.”
“I do have the feels. Got them real bad.”
“You make it sound like something that’s antibiotic resistant.”
“Nah. It’s viral.”
We share a laugh, and he issues a playful glare.
He’s quiet for a moment, then angles his head on my chest so he can look up at me.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful.
We’re quiet, just gazing at one another until he breaks eye contact.
“Before I say this,” he adds. “I want you to know I’m comfortable with however you want to do this. I don’t want to rush anything…”
I’m listening, curious where he’s going with this.
“…but I don’t mind anyone knowing what we’re doing. Not that I want you to feel like you have to come out, but I do like spending time with you, and it was bothering me that we couldn’t do anything in front of the guys today.”
That’s how I felt when I had to keep my distance from him.
I didn’t like it.
At all.
His gaze shifts about. “But okay, there’s that…so we don’t have to talk about it again, and if and when you feel more comfortable… And now you’re not saying anything. Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Because I like when you ramble.”
He huffs out a laugh.
“I’m glad you said that,” I tell him. “Because I want to be able to put my hands all over you and kiss you whenever I want. Show anyone who has any ideas that you’re busy with me.”
“Anyone who has any ideas? Yeah, ’cause I was getting so much action before we started doing this. I should be the one making sure everyone knows I have work to do on this ass now that I’ve had a piece.”
“Mmmm. I like you saying you want to keep breeding my ass.”
“Oh God,” he says with a glare.
The glare of my Mart.
I give him a quick peck.
“So how are we doing this?” he asks. “Feel like Lance and Ty beat us to the whole heading downstairs and being out with it last semester.”