Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
It’s reassuring.
He doesn’t make a move, which is strange. I was kind of expecting the big porn scene where he leaps at me and ravages my body, takes me the way I clearly need to be taken. Instead, he keeps his gaze fixed on me, and standing here, naked before him, I realize I have total control of this moment. I can make this go either way. Grab some fresh underwear or take this somewhere else…somewhere different. Do something crazy. Something I wanted to do when we kissed at the pool party.
Stop being a coward for once in your fucking life, I scold myself.
“You might want to cover up before I decide to do something real bad to you,” he says, his mouth hardly moving as the words slip past his lips.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
This isn’t like at the gym or the pool party, where I felt so uneasy. I felt like people were going to judge or scrutinize me. He doesn’t seem like he’d do that, and I feel oddly at ease standing like this in front of him—probably because I can see the interest in his expression. A look that seems to tell me how much he wants to bend me over and fuck the hell out of me right now.
He rises from the bed and starts toward me, scanning my body in a way that lets me know how interested he is. His lips curl upward as his gaze meets mine, something predatory in his expression.
“Just so we’re clear,” he says. “I’m not exactly the five-year relationship kind of guy.”
“Perfect. I wasn’t any good at that anyway.”
He rushes me so quickly I back up against the wall beside the closet before his lips smack against mine.
As I kiss him, my thoughts scatter.
What the fuck?
A wave of heat flashes across my face and relief wells within me as his kiss assures me that he wants this as much as I do. I’m lost in the passion…in gropes and sweeps of his tongue. I’m blinded by how good it all feels. By how my face is on fire and a powerful sensation stirs in my chest.
He pulls away, offering a stern look as he wipes his thumb across my cheek. “I warned you about what would happen if you didn’t cover up.”
“I wanted to show you something,” I say.
He scans me up and down. “And what is that?”
I lean to him, whispering, “Why I deserve the name Hot Ass.”
The lust in his eyes returns. It’s beyond interest. It’s something feral. Something wild. Something I’m not sure he can control.
He kisses me again.
I slide my hands under his tank and claw at his back.
My cock is hard as stone, sliding up against the fabric of his shorts. My balls feel full. They ache like I need to rub one out. And it’s nice knowing I have Travis to help me with that.
“Please…tell me you…have condoms,” he says between kisses.
I guide him toward my nightstand, continuing to kiss him. I grip his hair and tug.
I don’t know what’s possessing me. Don’t understand half the desires within me. But I don’t care. I want to explore. I want to experiment, and I want Travis to help me.
We make out as he kicks off his shoes on the way to the nightstand, where I fish around for the box of condoms. It’s clear we both use Magnums, which is a relief. Sometimes, a moment like this isn’t so easy. Peter always needed a much smaller size.
As I pull out the box, Travis snatches it from me and throws it on the bed, the condoms sliding out and scattering across the covers.
I shove Travis. Hard. He falls back onto some of the gold wrappers on the comforter, and I yank his shirt up and bury my face in his abs.
I can’t control myself right now. Primal impulses consume me—force my hands up and down his sides, feeling his muscles as my tongue takes in the taste of his flesh.
He removes his shirt and tosses it off the other side of the bed. I kiss down to his gym shorts, trailing my nose along his dick, dreaming about having that giant cock inside me. I lick my tongue across the fabric, along his shaft.
As I become impatient with the barrier between us, I yank off his gym shorts, removing them hastily, exposing that beautiful, fully-erect, vein-covered dick.
I realize how much I’ve missed that since I saw it yesterday when Travis woke up in my bed.
I gaze up at Travis, who looks back with narrow eyes, a curious expression on his face.
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” he says.
I smirk before burying my face in his balls, licking them, teasing them, allowing my instincts to guide me as I slide my tongue around them, delighting in how he tastes like a fucking man and how I’m making him leak onto his abs right now.