Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
His body melts when I nip at his ear and run my thumb over one of his nipples. He loves when I fuck with his nipples. So much so that when it warms up, I’m going to suggest he get them pierced. We could have so much fun with them then.
“What’s on the agenda today besides fucking you in these filthy panties?”
He laughs, the sound filling dark parts of my heart that I never knew existed until now. “Later, after we sleep, we need to go shopping.”
“For Christmas? You’ve bought a million presents and wrapped them. Only one is for me. One, sweetheart. You can’t exactly buy me shit with me there.”
“Not for you.” He spins in my arms and snakes his around my neck. “For the wedding. I still haven’t gotten Jax and Dante anything.”
My palms find his ass, lifting him up. He wraps his legs around my waist. I’m aching to be inside him, but considering muffins are cooking, I’m going to have to wait. The things I want to do to him will take a lot longer than the seven minutes left on the oven timer.
“Fine,” I grumble. “We can go shopping. Maybe, after, we can practice driving some more.”
He shrugs in a noncommittal way before silencing me with a starved kiss. Anytime I mention getting his license, he sort of panics. I’m not sure why. Callan is getting pretty good at driving. We practice several times a week on back roads. I always reward him with a parking lot make-out session after. I just want him to get a car so I can stop worrying about him walking everywhere. The hateful encounters have died down, but that’s because Callan has been pretty busy with school and studying for finals. For two weeks, he’d barely left our house.
His fingers tease the nape of my neck in a way I’ve come to crave from him. I lift him and drop his ass onto the counter so I can free my hands to pull off his shirt. We break from our kiss for just a second, long enough for me to yank the fabric off his body, and then we’re back at it. He moans into my mouth when I pinch his hardened nipple.
“Atlas…”
I bite his bottom lip. “Sit right here and let me make you come.”
We both look at the state of his erection, obscene as it bulges on one side of the red lace, peeking its way out on its own.
“The coffee cake muffins,” Callan murmurs, voice breathless and shaky.
“That’s not your safe word, sweetheart.”
He rolls his eyes. “No, dumbass. We only have four minutes.”
“You better come quickly then.”
I kneel down so that I’m eye-level with his dick. The slit on the top glistens as his cum leaks out, desperate to be devoured. I run my tongue along the edge of the lace, barely touching his dick. It jumps in response, and his fingers tug at my hair.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls. “Suck my dick, Atlas. If you want me coming in three minutes—ahhh!”
His words are cut off when I suck at the head of his cock. With my thumb, I draw the material away, allowing his dick to spring free. Sliding my lips around his thickness, I suck on him hard. Callan loves our tender moments, but he also loves when we’re filthy and rough. I can make him come in three minutes easily. I just have to hoover his dick like it’s my last job on Earth.
With my eyes darting up to his, I swallow his dick down my throat, ignoring the urge to gag. He’s longer than me by a bit, though I’m a helluva lot thicker. I pull back for a second only to push back down, burying my nose in his short-clipped pubic hair. He smells like cinnamon and sweetness.
God, I love him.
I nearly choke on that thought.
It shouldn’t be as shocking as it is. I think I’ve been falling since the moment I laid eyes on him at Comida’s for the first time.
“Oh, God,” Callas cries out. “Fuck.”
His dick throbs and pulsates as cum jets down my waiting throat. The saltiness of him is familiar and so damn addictive. I swallow down the healthy dose of cum he gives me until I’ve sucked him dry. The tugging on my hair turns into soft, thankful caresses. Slowly, I slide off his spent dick and then press a kiss to it. Then, a soft kiss to his lower stomach. A less gentle kiss that involves teeth on his nipple. And finally, a pleased one on his mouth.
I’m weighing whether or not now is a good time to tell him exactly what he means to me or if it’s too soon. I don’t want to fracture this foundation we’ve laid by scaring him off with poetic lovesick nonsense.