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 want to get through this, though,” I tell him. “I don’t want this shit to stand in the way of what we have. Because I love you.” I say that without hesitation, and as the words pass my lips, I know their truth. “Like…in love with you love you.”
My heart swells as he smiles.
“I love you too, Ry.”
There was relief in revealing it to him, but even more when he said it back. It’s hard to believe this is real, but I’m too appreciative to question it. I pull him against my chest, keeping him close, enjoying how these sensations are so much better than the ones I was struggling with while he was visiting his family.
I kiss the side of his face, then make my way to his mouth. I’ve kissed this guy so many times, I know how it feels, but our confession has deepened the sensation, and I worship his lips and tongue for all the pleasure they have to offer.
“I want you,” I whisper. “I need you, Mart.”
“I’m right here,” he assures me, meaning so much more than right now.
And as long as I have my guy with me, I know I’ll be okay.
33
Marty
It’s wild to think about how this all started.
From annoying the hell out of each other, to fucking, to exchanging I-love-yous.
On my way back to the apartment, I knew I’d wind up confessing my feelings for him, so it was a shock to hear him say those words first. Maybe he’s not the only one who can be an oblivious fuck sometimes.
There’s no question or doubt in my mind. I love this man.
We make our way to the couch. Ryan’s always been skilled, but all that talent is on full display once we’re out of our clothes. He scoops me up by my thighs and rests me on my back on the sofa cushions. His mouth travels down my throat, probing and exploring like this is the first time he’s ever tasted my flesh. I roll my head back and moan, fully embracing the moment, reveling in how my nerves still perk up when they feel his warm, wet tongue grazing across my skin.
Suddenly he groans, which is hot as fuck until he whispers, “Dax is still here.”
Fuck.
He pulls away and eyes the hall. “Let me put the door hanger up in the bathroom so we don’t get interrupted.”
Technically, we’ve already been interrupted, but I bite my tongue as he hops up, his fully hard cock shaking about with his swole muscles as he rushes to give our friend a fair warning, and as he returns in a jog, I’m sort of annoyed.
“Look who’s gotten better about the rules.”
“Just worried he might try to join in.” He winks before grabbing lube from the duffel bag by the couch. “Now…where the fuck…were we?” he asks between kisses.
I don’t even hear him pump the lube before I feel his slick cock against my crack, and he’s pushing in steadily, my body welcoming him. All the tension and uneasiness of the past week fade as he glides into me. This is so much easier than that first fuck—as though all this time we’ve been fucking has been to train my ass to take him.
He hits that familiar spot, the one he first introduced me to, the one he’s pleasured for me so many times since we first realized the power of this chemistry between us. My body bursts with excitement, my nerves hypersensitive to the touch, making each tongue-filled kiss, each caress of his hand that much more satisfying. As he thrusts, he leans back, gazing down at me, and I bask in the attention from his blue eyes as he looks more exposed than ever before. It’s not only his body that’s naked, but his soul too, like he knows I see all the pain he’s going through, and he’s not hiding any of it from me. Trusting me with this part of him. There’s something so satisfying about sharing this moment with him, knowing for at least this time, I’m able to pull him from the darkness looming over him.
He rests his hand against the side of my face, trailing his thumb across my cheek as he offers some more thrusts. As stressed as I’ve been the past week, I find it so easy to let go and embrace everything he gives me.
“Never thought this ass would be giving you so much pleasure, did you?” I ask.
“Just like you never thought you’d be hungry for my dick.”
With another thrust, I arch my back as sensations pool through me. “Jesus Christ, Ry,” I say, moaning.
He moves closer, offering a few more kisses before he whispers, “Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please,” I say immediately, since I’m not above begging.
He growls. “Now that we’ve said I love you, you know when I come inside you, that means you’re all mine.”