Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Cooper’s face cleared with understanding, and he tried to hide his sudden grin. “So, what you’re saying is, wait till he opens up and then just shove the thing down his throat?”
I pounced on him with a growl. He yelped and started laughing, but the minute I began grinding against him and kissing the hell out of him, his laughter turned to whimpers.
“Please,” he begged between kisses. “Please put that gorgeous dick in me.”
16
Cooper
Having Isaac’s big strong body over me was even hotter than feeling his hard dick pressing into my belly. His beard rasped against my cheeks and chest as he dragged his tongue all over me and made little growling sounds when he got to my nipples.
I arched up into him, begging him with my body as well as my voice. He wasn’t the only one shaking with nervous anticipation. For two weeks now I’d fantasized about Nine fucking me. It had started out as a lustful daydream born out of basic horniness and proximity to a hot guy. But over time it had morphed into this greater need, a soul-deep longing to feel as close to him as possible and hold on even if just for a little while.
I’d only ever felt like that with one other person, and he’d never reciprocated the feeling. Being with Isaac like this was different. I felt how much he cared about me in every tender touch. Even when he put his huge hand around the front of my throat to hold me in place while he moved his kisses down my stomach, I felt the soft touch of his grip, the slight brush of his thumb across the skin behind my ear as if he couldn’t help but cop a tiny sweet feel of me while holding me down.
I was breathless with the pent-up need of him, the desperation to have him inside me. Before we’d even left the property to head to town, I’d planned to add condoms and lube to the shopping list, and when we got home, the first thing I did in the bathroom was some prep.
Now here we were. Isaac held out his free hand, and I scrambled to squeeze some lube on his fingers. He never took his mouth off my happy trail. When he got to the shaft of my dick, he licked up one side while sliding his hand down between my cheeks and slicking me up.
“Mm-hm.” I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes. “More.”
“Slow,” he grunted.
“Not slow.”
He took his mouth off my dick and glared up at me. “Slow.”
Oh. Ohh. Bossy Isaac was someone I could get on board with right this very minute. Yes, sir, and thank you.
I blinked at him and nodded which made his face break out in that beard-splitting grin which, honestly, almost made me shoot all over his face.
“Fuck,” I said, reaching down and squeezing the base of my shaft. “Don’t smile at me like that. Fuck.”
The deep rumble of his laugh against my legs was even hotter. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I that keyed up that just the mere presence of the man in my vicinity chambered a few quick rounds in the love gun? Ew, no. No. What even was that thought? Being horny made me stupid.
“Why are you shaking your head? Should I stop?” The finger he had inside me stilled and began to pull out.
“No! Jesus no. I’m… I’m good. I’m just… stop talking. I’m… I need that. Your finger. Yeah. Like that. Shhh.”
He went back to work, muttering, “You’re weird.” And it was so true but also so irrelevant right now.
Finally, I couldn’t stand all this prep when really, I’d already prepped myself. He’d probably looked up anal sex on a Gay for Dummies blog or something and thought we needed to spend all day on this. We didn’t.
“Put it in,” I said as romantically as possible.
“I need to—”
I grabbed his hair and pulled it up until he locked eyes with me. “Put. It. In.”
Isaac’s eyes widened. His pupils were already blown, and his face was damp and flushed from sucking my dick. There was spittle in his beard, and for a split second I was torn between wanting to come all over that beard and wanting him to fuck me.
The split second was over. “Fuck me before I come on your face.”
I regretted being so blunt and worried I’d upset him, but then I heard him say, “Hot damn,” before he reached down to point his dick in the right direction. I held my legs back and noticed the moment everything hit him. He paused for a second, staring at my exposed ass. Streaks of red on his neck and chest deepened, and his eyes flicked up to mine to check in. I knew him well enough now to know he was probably making sure I was really, really okay with this. Isaac Winshed would rather jump in front of a moving train than let someone get hurt on his watch.