Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I made my way down his body, exploring him with my lips and tongue and fingers. He was wonderfully expressive, telling me what he liked with every arch of his back, every moan, every catch of his breath. I took my time, sucking his cock, fingering him open, and completely driving him wild. I loved the rasp in his voice when he begged me to fuck him. By the time I put on a condom and slid into him, he was practically vibrating with need.
We started with him on his back before shifting so he was straddling my lap. Then we began to move together, building a steady rhythm. I loved seeing him like this, totally uninhibited with his skin flushed and his hair tousled. It was so different than the reserved, perfectly pulled together version of him I’d met back at that club.
Pretty soon, everything kicked into high gear. He began meeting each thrust by driving himself onto my cock, taking me as deep as he could while I jerked him off. It felt so damn good, but there was no way either of us could last long like that.
I started stroking him harder and faster, and Hal shouted as his cum spilled onto my hand. Seeing that set me off, too. I came so hard that I thought I might black out. I was vaguely aware that I cried out, clutching him to me, trembling as I buried my face in his shoulder.
He collapsed on top of me, and for the next few seconds all either of us could do was gasp for air. When he could speak again, the first thing he asked me was, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
That was so direct and to the point that it made me chuckle. “This.”
“Right answer.” I reached down and held the condom in place, and he slid off my cock and asked, “Mind if I take a quick shower?”
“Go right ahead. There are clean towels in the bathroom cabinet.”
“Do you think any of your teammates are back yet?”
“I’m not sure, but if so, they’re probably downstairs.”
He kissed me and said, “Be right back,” before grabbing his briefs and hurrying across the hall to the bathroom.
Once he was gone, I disposed of the condom and did a quick clean-up with some tissues. That was followed by a spontaneous happy dance, which involved shaking my ass and swinging my arms over my head like a total goofball. Not only had that been incredible, but he wanted an encore. How lucky was I?
When I spun around, I discovered Hal standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face. He told me, “I forgot a hair tie,” and retrieved a black elastic band from the pocket of his sweater. “Go back to your dance. It was sexy.”
He left again, and I muttered, “Real smooth, Ry.”
When he was done with the bathroom, I took a turn in the shower and got dressed in a clean T-shirt and shorts. I figured he’d be dressed and ready to leave when I returned to the bedroom, but I was pleasantly surprised to find him sitting on the neatly made bed in just his shirt and briefs.
He asked, “Do you want to hang out? If not, that’s fine. I can call a cab.”
“No, you should definitely stay. In fact, you should spend the night. It’s really late. In the morning, I can drive you wherever you want to go.”
He relaxed his posture and smiled. “Sounds good.”
“Would you like to go downstairs and have a drink?”
“Actually, I’d really like to cuddle, if that’s okay. Just for a minute or two...”
He seemed embarrassed to ask for that, but I murmured, “I’d love to,” and we both climbed under the covers.
Hal tucked his head under my chin, and as I held him, he whispered, “I’m sorry to be so needy.”
“You’re not. I wanted to do this, too.”
After a while, he admitted softly, “You’re the first person I’ve slept with in several months. When I moved to San Francisco after finding out my boyfriend cheated on me, I had a bunch of one-night stands. I think I wanted to prove to myself I was still desirable, and that even if he didn’t want me, other people did. But those anonymous hookups started to get depressing, so instead, I withdrew. That wasn’t great, either. I told myself I was going to do something about that this weekend, but it wasn’t looking very promising. Not until you came along.”
“You could have picked any man in that club. Why me?”
“There was something about you. I mean, you’re obviously gorgeous, and that was part of it. But you also seemed like a nice guy, someone who’d treat me right.”
Since he was being so open with me, I decided to do the same thing. “You’re the first person I’ve slept with since my relationship ended. It’s embarrassing to admit that, because I don’t want to seem pathetic.”