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)
“Oh fuck. Jesus fucking Christ,” Gary mumbles, his hands still behind him.
“Nope. Just me,” I tease.
“You are so going to hell,” he tells me. I don’t answer, just continue to work my way inside.
My balls nearly let loose the second I’m surrounded by all the heat. I promised him a hard fuck, and I intend to make good on that vow, so I grab his ass again to hold him open, tight enough that I could leave marks. Then I pull almost all the way out before thrusting hard again. His whole body jerks, bouncing as I rail him from behind. He has no control, not with the way his hands are trapped in his shirt. I don’t have much longer before the position will be too uncomfortable for him, so I take advantage. He lets out a strangled shout each time I piston my hips.
My balls ache, feel so goddamned full they could explode. “Jesus, this is sexy, Gary. You should see my cock opening you up.” I watch his hole, watch my dick disappear inside. His ass is squeezing me so damn tight, I’m not sure how much longer I can handle it, so I hold him more firmly, pull him closer to the edge of the bed, so he can stand up and bend over it.
I grab hold of his cock, stroke his thick meat as I speed up my thrusts.
His body starts to tremble. “Oh God. Right there, Travis. Right there.” And then a guttural cry rips from the back of his throat as he shoots. I keep fucking, keep stroking his prick, which is now lubed up with his come.
Gary falls onto the bed. I go over on top of him. Let my teeth skin into his shoulder as my own orgasm tears through me.
There’s a drop of sweat running down his neck. I lick it, taste the salt on my tongue before I pull out, ditch the condom, and go straight to work getting his arms out of his shirt. He doesn’t talk. Doesn’t move. Once the shirt is undone I toss it to the floor, lift him up and lay him correctly on the bed.
“That good, huh?”
“Yeah,” comes out of his mouth, hoarse and rough. “That fucking good.”
A smile pulls at my lips as I hit the light and climb into bed. “Scoot your ass over.” He rolls to his side, away from me. I wrap an arm around him like I did the first night when I didn’t know who I was in bed with, my dick right against his addicting ass. “This time, I’m damn sure you know who you’re in bed with.” I made certain of it.
15
Gary
I’m used to falling from the high of my orgasm after coming, but this time, there’s this constant swirling sensation in my chest—one that, at times, climbs even higher. Like my body is celebrating how incredible it felt.
My ass is sore, something I couldn’t be happier about. I enjoy Travis’s arm around me for a moment, but I start to get uneasy about it. This isn’t what we need to be doing if this is just pretend. I pull away and slide off the bed. I put on a fresh pair of boxers from the closet and grab the condom and wrapper off the bed before taking it to the bathroom.
“Why are you ruining my view?” Travis asks from behind me.
“Whatever,” I say. I dispose of the trash and wash my hands before resting my elbows on the marble counter of the sink, taking a much-needed breather. My face is bright red from the experience. My inch of sandy-blond hair points every which way, disheveled from our fucking. The pain in my ass feels like a muscle I worked out too hard at the gym. I love the sensation, though. Peter sure as fuck never made it feel like that. No man has ever made me feel like that. And I know part of what makes it so much fun is that it’s sex without expectations and without needing it to be anything more.
Why did I ever sacrifice this for a relationship?
Travis’ll be leaving soon, I’m sure. He’s not the kind of guy who spends the night unless he’s drunk off his ass, so I figure I’ll take out my contacts while I’m in here so I can crash as soon as he heads out. I remove and store them in the lens case in the top drawer. Then I put on a set of glasses from a case on the counter.
I only started wearing contacts because Peter used to make fun of what a dork I looked like in glasses. I don’t imagine Travis gives a shit. He likes what he sees, and doesn’t seem weird about shit the way Peter always was.
When I head back into the bedroom, Travis is stretched out across the covers, his dick laying across his leg. That big fucking cock that gave me so much pleasure a few minutes ago is semi-hard, and mine is, too. Clearly, he’s enjoying mentally replaying the fuck-fest we had as much as I am.