Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Me, too,” I whisper back, overwhelmed with kissing.
Our bodies are in perfect sync, like we’re zoned into each other’s frequency, reading one another’s bodies like words off of a page. When I want him to speed up, he does. When I want his grip on my cock to tighten, it does. He puts his lips on mine, as sweetly as if savoring his favorite dessert, bite for bite, lick for lick.
Then I explode with a gasp of surprise, that cascades into a series of moans as I empty all of my frustrations out between our sweaty bodies. My orgasm is made all the more powerful by his determined pumping of his dick deep into my ass, succeeding in giving me the most powerful release I think I’ve ever had in my life.
Adrian is soon to follow, and when he finishes, he does the cutest thing with his face, scrunching it up like he’s in anguish—but it is the most beautiful anguish, his face rosy and flushed, his lips parted, his breath squeezing out of him in jagged, uneven huffs.
Then he settles on top of me with a dreamy smile spilled over his face, like he just found the alchemists’ secret to making gold. I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes, the pair of us coming down from our high.
“This feeling right now …” says Adrian.
Our cheeks are pressed together. I love the feeling of his weight on me. “Yeah?”
“This feeling … I want to feel it forever. Whatever this is, right now, right here between us …” His body trembles with laughter, deliriously overjoyed. “I feel so happy.”
I put a kiss on his ear, running my fingers up and down his back, smiling. “Me, too.”
Chapter 14 - Adrian
Fuck me, this is what happiness feels like.
My coworkers keep asking why I can’t wipe the smile off of my face. The customers can’t do any wrong, even if they’re rude or snobby. My boss breathes down my neck, and it doesn’t even matter.
I feel like I’m walking on air.
Whenever I make the quick drive to Quin’s campus, I am bobbing my head to music like I’m sixteen again, just cruising along with my friends without a care in the world, the wind in my hair, the good feelings in my heart, and a blanket of happy stars overhead.
Then I reach his loft, he opens the door, and I’m right on him like a starving dog lapping up his favorite snack. It doesn’t even matter if his roommates are home, or if they were in the middle of some discussion, or watching some movie, or collaborating on some super important project. The second Quin’s in my arms, everything vanishes, and the pair of us stumble into his bedroom, oblivious of the world, and forget everyone and everything.
The nights just fly on by. It’s our new normal, rushing together each night after our long, hard days. We are each other’s only medicine.
With Quin in my life, everything seems easier. I get an earful at work about something to do with—I don’t even know—and my boss runs out of steam before he can make his point. “Are you high?” he finally asks one day, at the end of his rope. “Is that what’s going on lately? Are you … Have you found some amazing new drug or something?”
I grin to myself.
You can say that.
And his name is Quintin Ruiz, a deadly and addictive drug I can’t get enough of. No amount of nights suffice. No amount of kisses, cuddles, or overwhelming orgasms can be enough. I want it all.
And I want it all with him.
Only him.
Only Quin.
The next weekend comes quicker than either of us realize. We blink, and suddenly it’s Friday. “Want to come back to my place with me?” I ask him on the phone during my break at Thalassa. “I’ll pick you up, steal you away, and continue being your muse. I’ve got a great idea for a new pose, by the way.”
Quin hums in response. “Yes,” he decides at once. “I want you to take me away. Take me all the way.”
I grin.
I’ve come to realize I fucking love his voice. There’s something sweet, yet totally devilish about the way he talks when he’s horny. It can get me rock hard in seconds just from listening to him. Most nights this past week, I’d stay over until the morning, then leave when he goes to class. But on Wednesday, I headed back since I had to attend to something at the restaurant early Thursday, and that night, he called me to make sure I made it back safely.
And he spoke in that voice he knows drives me crazy, telling me, “I can still feel your tongue all over me.”
I didn’t realize I was humping my pillow as he spoke. “Yeah? That so?”