Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
He was there in a matter of minutes. His breath came in short, shallow pants, his hands hovering over my head, gaze glued to the action while he muttered a steady stream of profanity. I slowed my incessant bobbing and pulled off his dick with a pop.
“Still okay?”
“No, I’m fucking not. I’m dying,” Silas moaned theatrically.
I lifted his balls and tapped two fingers on his puckered entrance. His cock twitched and a bead of precum dribbled from his slit. I wiped it with the pad of my thumb and set the digit on his lower lip. He opened his mouth without question and sucked it clean. Damn, that was hot.
My cock pulsed against my zipper. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans for a little relief, but I couldn’t wait much longer and poor Silas was trembling with need.
“Get on your knees.” I stood to get out of his way as he turned to face the back of the sofa. “Good. Now show me that pretty hole.”
He glanced over his shoulder briefly, biting his lip as he parted his cheeks. “Like this?”
Oh, fuck.
“Yeah.” I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it onto the coffee table, catching a glimpse of a hockey game muted on the flat-screen. It seemed strange that normal life was unfolding around us while we were in this state—Silas with his ass in the air and me, hard as a rock and drunk with need. “Stay there. Just like that. Don’t move a muscle.”
Silas sat up and growled. “Are you fucking nuts? I’m dying, remember?”
I spanked his ass—one cheek, then the other. “Behave. Condoms and lube in your bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
A minute later, I returned with supplies, including a towel. I stripped completely and set to work, stretching Silas open, sliding lubed fingers in and out while I kissed his shoulders and his nape, whispering dirty sweet nothings about how badly I wanted his tight, pretty hole and the nasty things I wanted to do to him.
“I want to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
Silas managed a garbled hum. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me.”
I suited up, added lube, and settled behind my lover. We both sighed aloud at the first push. I was barely inside him—just the tip breeching that first ring of muscle—but it was nirvana. So tight, so hot.
I waited till I was sure he was ready and began to move. I didn’t want to hurt him, but slow wasn’t an option. Not for long. I grasped his hips and thrust double time, my balls drawn tight and sweat beading my brow. Silas grunted, his cock swaying with each thrust as he white-knuckled the sofa. I pummeled his prostate, fucking him harder and faster and—
Christ, I couldn’t hold on. “Touch yourself. Do it. Come for me.”
Silas sucked in a ragged gulp of air, fisted his dick and stroked no more than twice before his orgasm hit. I was half a second behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso, my forehead resting between his shoulder blades till the shivers subsided.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled.
I pulled out carefully and tied the condom off, covering it under a napkin on the coffee table. “You okay?”
“Are you asking how my ass feels?”
I huffed in amusement. “Something like that.”
“Amazing.” He shifted to use the towel we’d strategically left on the sofa for clean-up purposes. “I’ll probably be sore tomorrow but…worth it. Where are my boxers? I don’t want to get lube on Val’s furniture.”
I watched him hungrily as he stepped into his boxer briefs. “C’mere.”
Silas snapped the elastic and chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re ready for round two already.”
I laughed. “No chance. You?”
“Give me an hour. Or three.” He flopped beside me, so close the hair on his legs touched mine.
A monster smile took over his handsome face. It was guileless and mischievous, and made me feel as though I were in on the best secret ever. I grinned ’cause it was impossible not to.
The giddy, heady sensation of having a partner in crime with a dirty mind and an insatiable appetite was a new one. I’d been an autonomous person for so long, I’d forgotten how sweet it was to share intimate conversations while naked and vulnerable.
The vulnerable part didn’t freak me out, though. Silas didn’t want anything from me. He didn’t want to dissect my past or carve out a space for himself in my future. He was so firmly fixed in the present that I had no choice but to be here with him.
And this was a good place to be.
The treelined streets of Fallbrook were dotted with stately Victorian homes with gabled roofs and wraparound porches. It was picture-postcard pretty and well-preserved.
I passed Pendergast Park and idly wondered if the town council had ever agreed on a paint color for the hundred-year-old clam-shaped bandstand. Apparently, there’d been a serious debate about which shade of beige, cream, or white would be best. Todd Schell, one of the grade school buddies I’d stayed in touch with, had claimed that differing opinions had made things a bit contentious in recent meetings. I wasn’t surprised. No one liked change in these parts.