Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I unfold myself and climb out, but Rainn’s already at his door. “Uh, you parked kind of crooked,” I point out.
“It’s good enough.” Gripping my suit jacket, he pulls me down the building’s hallway like he’s on a mission.
Rainn pulls me to him and kisses me while fumbling in his pocket for his keys and stumbling toward his apartment.
As soon as he lets us inside, everything is unceremoniously messy.
I took my tie off as soon as I got in the car, so he doesn’t have to fight that, but he is fighting with the buttons on my shirt.
I force myself to step back and break away from his hot mouth. “The thought of you ripping off my buttons is hot, but I kinda don’t want to explain to my mother why she needs to sew them back on.”
We separate to ditch our clothes. Shoes and socks go flying, my jacket is flung in the general vicinity of the kitchen, but unlike last time, where I was the one hesitating to get fully naked, it’s Rainn’s turn to pause when he gets down to his underwear.
“I’ve seen a million dicks before, Rainn,” I tease. “That’s what you said the other night, right?”
He huffs. “Okay, fine. You might’ve had a point. This is different than a locker room.”
I get down to my boxers and slowly approach him. “I’m nervous too. Probably even more nervous than you.”
“How do you figure?”
“I know I like dick. What if you’re down there getting all up in my business and you’re like, ‘So. Dicks are gross. I like you, but your dick, not so much’?”
Rainn laughs, and I mean, he should. I am joking—like … fifty-five percent joking.
The big wall of hairy chest moves closer as Rainn pulls me against him. “You know what I thought was the hottest part of us hooking up?”
“Please say my dick, please say my dick,” I chant.
Rainn’s hands wander over my chest and down my abs. “It was seeing you come unglued. I loved how you fell apart on top of me.” His fingers dip into the waistband of my underwear, skimming above my cock.
Rainn Richardson is a tease.
“Yep. Like that.” He presses his bare chest against mine, his lips land on my neck, and he whispers against my skin. “You don’t need to worry about me not liking your dick, because if touching it, sucking it, anything else you want me to do with it makes you look the way you do right now, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He finally puts me out of my misery by wrapping his long fingers around my cock and giving me a hard stroke.
I tremble in his arms.
“I want to make you feel good,” Rainn rumbles.
I thrust into his hand. “Keep doing that, and I’ll feel too good too soon, and it’ll all be over.”
Yet, I don’t stop, and neither does he.
“Didn’t you say something about four times in one night? I may not be a hockey player anymore, but I’m still competitive as fuck, and I want to break your record.”
I breathe heavily. “There’s no way I’ll be able to come five times tonight.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But we can at least get number one out of the way.”
He jerks me off confidently and fast. It’s embarrassing how quickly I spill into his hand.
My orgasm rocks through me, first in tiny bursts and then all at once. My knees almost give out on me.
“Fuuuck,” I let out. Cum fills my underwear, and now I’m regretting not taking them off. “I’m going to have to start doing my laundry here if we’re going to make a habit of defiling our boxers.” I peel them off, use them to wipe up the rest of my cum, and drop them to the floor.
Rainn chuckles, but I don’t feel as exposed as last week when I was completely naked in front of him.
I’m still panting when I say, “You’re really good at that.”
The smirk on Rainn’s face is adorably conceited. Somehow. “Well, not to brag or anything, but I’ve had sex with my fist so many times I’ve lost count.”
The breathy laugh that falls out of me sounds foreign to my ears. “I’m jealous of your fist.”
“When you get the chance to catch your breath, I’m cashing in your promise to me,” Rainn says. “I remember something in the car about your mouth on my cock.”
“Ungh.”
“Is that a good ungh or a bad ungh?”
“Just, ungh.” I stand up straighter and square my shoulders. “Okay. Blowjob. I can totally do this.”
Rainn’s needy expression morphs into something softer. “Nervous?”
“Excited nervous.”
“You can’t really do anything wrong except with the teeth. Just don’t bite me, and we’ll be fine.”
“Wow, your dirty talk is soooo sexy.”
Instead of giving me a smart-ass retort, Rainn takes my hand and leads me to stand next to his futon. Without taking his eyes off me, he drops his boxer briefs to the floor.