Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I also couldn’t imagine going back the way we’d been, though. Which left me to follow his lead.
And he’d been very clear right now on what he wanted.
I reached down to stroke his cock over the fabric of his pants. “Think maybe you can take these off for me?”
It took his brain a minute to kick in, but then he blushed a deeper red and scrambled under me to shuck the remaining fabric between us. I took the opportunity to yank off my own underwear before asking him for lube and a condom.
“Oh.” He said, blinking at me. “I don’t… have any condoms. I didn’t think I’d need—”
The idea that he hadn’t been prepared for sex on the road surprised me. “No hookups on your trip?”
“I mean… yes, but not… not anal.”
Those big eyes and reddened cheeks… I wanted to bite the man.
“Have you ever—?”
“Yes! God, yes. Plenty. Yes.”
I bit back a laugh. “Okay, Casanova. Not sure I needed such an enthusiastic response to that one.”
He inhaled noisily and then blew it out before meeting my eyes. “I went through an app phase, okay? A few years ago. Tried out a bunch of stuff. To see what I liked.”
I hated hearing that. Not because I didn’t respect his right to hook up with whoever he wanted, but because I knew what those hookups could be like. Impersonal. Transactional. The kind of interaction that wasn’t likely to give Wolfe the consideration he deserved.
I reached for his cock before pulling gently. “And how’d that go? You discovered you liked bottoming?”
His pupils were large, and his breathing had become shallow. “Huh? Oh, fuck, do that again. Fuck.”
“Answer me, beautiful,” I murmured, dropping a kiss along his jaw.
He blinked, trying to remember the question. “N-not exactly. I mostly topped.”
I pulled back and frowned. “But I thought you said you wanted—”
“Can we not talk about this? It’s kind of distracting.”
I moved my hand lower, skimming across his balls to his inner thigh and teasing the skin there with light fingertips. “Yeah, no. We’re going to talk about it. If you like topping, why do you want to bottom for me tonight? Because you think that’s what I want?”
“N-no. Just…” He arched back when I brushed my thumb along the crease of his thigh. “Fuck! Just because.”
I leaned in and sucked on his earlobe. “Because why?”
He hissed. “Because the one time I tried it, it wasn’t like I imagined. Okay?”
“No? The guy wasn’t good? Didn’t prep you? Didn’t make you want it?” Then I had a darker thought. “Did he hurt you, Wolfe?”
“No. Jesus. Nothing like that. He tried. Prep was fine. I just…” He bit his bottom lip and looked away.
I moved my hand to his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “Just?”
“Fuck!” He closed his eyes. “I couldn’t get into it because I wished he was…”
He stopped abruptly and swallowed hard. We stared at each other as the unspoken you rang out in the quiet space.
My heart thundered. “Oh,” I said softly.
“Yeah, so.” Wolfe’s shoulder moved against me in a small shrug.
“No pressure?” I teased before leaning in to kiss his lips. Tenderly, at first, but then Wolfe’s hand grabbed the back of my head, tangling my hair into his fist, and I suddenly wanted to devour him.
The physical connection between us was straight fucking fire, unlike anything I’d experienced before.
Which was impossible, really. And super fucking confusing.
When he began to rut up into my stomach, I forced myself to pull away from the kiss. “I get tested regularly, so I’m good to go bare. But only if you—”
“Yes!” He pulled back to give me a fierce look that left no room for doubt. “Fuck yes, Trace. Please.”
I grinned at him before reaching down to slide a fingertip inside the tight heat of his body. His cock jerked up from his belly, reassuring me he was plenty happy with the way things were proceeding. Which was honestly all I needed to know right now.
I drew his nipple into my mouth, holding it with my tongue and sucking gently. Wolfe’s long fingers moved through my hair as his body curled closer to me.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured. “Please.”
“Not stopping.”
I dragged open-mouthed kisses down his side as I continued to stretch him with my fingers, enjoying every harsh intake of breath or low moan in the air around us.
“That good?” I asked.
“Please,” he whispered in response. Over and over until I felt like I was going to lose my mind from how sweet and desperate he was laid out for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I stretched up to kiss his red lips again, to feel the sharp scrape of his stubble against my cheek and chin. To feel the tight hold of his hand on the back of my head like he was afraid I was going to leave him again. “Not leaving, baby,” I said, hoping he believed it.