Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
This heat he’s giving off shoots right through me, making my face pulse with warmth.
“Do it. Come in me,” I plead, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the spell.
A few claps against my ass in quick succession are followed by one intense, distinct slap, and the way his hips keep pressed against my ass for a few beats longer before he starts to back up, assures me he’s emptying his load inside me. Instinctively, I keep pushing my ass back, milking him.
But I have to be practical for what I need for the spell. “Get it in nice and deep,” I tell him, and he shoves his cock in as far as he can, leaning down against my back, hooking his arms around me as he catches his breath.
I’m still alive with the high of my orgasm, but it’s not just that.
We did it.
We really fucking did it.
I sigh with relief as I start to come down from the intensity of what we experienced.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Thank you.”
*
After we catch our breaths, I finish the ritual, and we slide under the cover, our heads against the pillows. The room’s silent except for the sound of us catching our breaths.
I’m struggling to process what just happened. One minute I was terrified, the next taking it like a champ. And now even without his cock inside me, I’m enjoying the lingering sensation, trying to hold on to what it felt like when we were really going at it.
“Well, fuck,” he says, turning his head toward me. His face is bright red, sweat still sliding down his forehead, and I’m surprised by the amount of heat he’s giving off.
“You good?”
“More than good.” He grins.
“I meant, you look like you just ran a marathon.”
“Didn’t I?” he jokes. “It was a little like I had a fever toward the end, but flushing is a side effect of the sildenafil, so I assume that’s what it is.”
That doesn’t explain the heat I felt while we were fucking, but that could have been from the workout. I can’t help wondering if there might’ve been more to it than that, but I’m sure I’m overthinking it.
“That’s not what I was expecting to happen tonight,” he drags out.
“It’s exactly what we said we were going to do tonight.”
His forehead creases. “Not what I meant,” he says, and when I grin, he adds, “And you fucking know it too.”
I laugh, a carefree laugh, something I haven’t enjoyed since…hell, I can’t even remember. Certainly not within the past few months.
“So you enjoyed having my dick in you?”
I roll toward him. “Whatever. You enjoyed it too…right?”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No, but like, beyond what the sildenafil did.”
“Okay, the pill might have made my dick hard, but it sure as hell didn’t make it as much fun as it was.”
My chest swells with pride, but I’m curious about something. “So that stuff about my ass…were you being serious?”
“I was, actually. I knew it was a hot ass, but never having messed around with a guy, I thought it was like thinking you were sexy in the locker room.”
“You thought I was sexy in the locker room?”
He glares at me. “You’re a hot guy.”
“I get what you’re saying. I felt similarly about you. Like I can see you, I have eyes, so I know why people find you attractive, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that when you touched me…and then when you bit my ass.” My cheeks warm like they did when he first took that bite, and I roll my eyes at myself again.
He growls. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel that good either.”
We share a laugh.
“So…we’re bi?” I ask.
“Maybe. I haven’t really thought it through since it hasn’t even been ten minutes since I fucked you…”
“Ooh, I like it when you say that.”
He pulls a face. “That I fucked you?”
I nod. “Yeah, that you fucked me.”
Matteo’s gaze shifts to my lips. “Did you like it as much as I did when you said ‘fucked me’?”
Why am I smiling at that?
“You like it when I remind you that you fucked me?”
He rolls toward me and scoots closer, his face inches from mine. “I do. Maybe because it sounds like you’re saying ‘fuck me,’ and I want to try again sometime.”
As much as I’ve enjoyed being playful with him, his words yank me back to reality. To why we did this. And why we’ll have to do it again.
He must notice the shift in my mood because his expression turns serious. “Sorry. I was being playful. I wasn’t thinking…”
“It’s not a big deal.”
He rests his hand on my arm, his touch as hot as he looks. My nerves react viscerally, like they’re relieved to feel him again since they know what this touch can do to my body. “Don’t say that.” He caresses his thumb across my flesh. “This is all a big deal.”