Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“It’s where I wanted to be.” I want to be with him always, and when I can’t be, I want to be surrounded by his space, by us, this man who started out as my friend, then became my boyfriend without benefits, and now is the guy I plan to spend the rest of my life with.
“Move in with me.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“Move in with me. I planned to ask you when I got back home. This has nothing to do with Malcolm or what happened tonight. I love you and want to be with you. I want to know you’re in my bed while I’m gone. I want to walk into the bathroom in the morning and smell your cologne. I want to be with you every second that I can, and one day, I want to ask you to marry me.”
Kason blurs in front of me, becomes this beautiful blob behind my tears.
“Don’t cry. This is a good thing.” He uses his thumbs to wipe my tears. “We can sell my place and look for something together if you want. We can—”
“No.”
He stills. “Okay…that’s okay. If you’re not ready, we can wait.”
Wait… Oh. “No! I didn’t mean no, I don’t want to move in with you. I do. Yes, I want to move in together. No, we don’t have to get a new place. I want to be here. In this house. Your house.”
“Our house.” His mouth curls up in what might be the world’s biggest smile.
This man loves me, loves me so fucking much. I see it. I feel it. I’m always going to have it.
He wipes more of my tears, kisses the corner of my mouth, pulls me close.
“Tonight…”
“Shh,” I tell him. “We’ll talk about that after. I just…need to feel you right now, need to touch you.”
I take Kason’s hand and lead him upstairs. He comes easily, the two of us walking to his room—our room. We strip each other out of our clothes, slowly, sensually, kissing, touching, taking our time.
I back him up until Kason lies on the bed. Taking the lube from the drawer, I set it beside us before lying on top of him. “I just want to…touch…to taste.”
He grins. “We can do that. God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Kason grabs my face, pulling my mouth down to his, and we kiss lazily, taking turns, his tongue sweeping my mouth, mine his, then together, lashing against each other. His hands explore my back, thread through my hair, run down to my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks, pulling me closer as I rut against him.
My whole body tingles, feels sensitive, on edge, for this beautiful, kind man beneath me. We’re both hard as stone, thrusting slowly against each other as we swallow down moans and random chuckles, which makes them even more special. I kiss my way down his chest, suck him into my mouth, lave his balls, taste the sweat on his skin that’s like a drug to me, making me crave more. I let my tongue travel back up his torso, making my way to his mouth again, my balls full and achy as we kiss and kiss and kiss. I’m dying to come, and the hungry sounds he’s making tell me Kason is too.
I pump lube onto our cocks, give him my weight again, rutting and kissing. This is my life now, this pleasure, this man, my friends. Kason eases a hand between our bodies, holding both our dicks as I fuck into his grip and against his hard shaft, still losing myself in his mouth. I love to be fucked by him, love to fuck him, but something about this moment makes it the most erotic of my life.
The prickling feeling starts at the base of my spine, making me jittery, but in the best possible way. Pulling my mouth away from Kason’s, I look down at him, at the lust-drunk look in his eyes, blended with so much love.
“That’s it. Come on me, beautiful. I’m so fucking proud of you tonight. You’re so damn good. Look at you being my good boy.”
That’s all it takes for me to splinter apart, to drown in pleasure while flying at the same time. The world around me spins, color dancing in my vision, cum shooting up my cock, landing on Kason’s belly. He groans beneath me, curses, and then his cock is twitching, balls drawing up, his release joining mine on his hot, tight skin.
“I’m dead,” he says, melting into the mattress.
“I’m not done.” Working my way down his body, I lick up the mess, then kiss him, sharing our pleasure, and then I do it all over again, until he’s clean.
“God, you’re great.”
We collapse onto our sides, looking at each other. He plays with my hair, his blue gaze intense.