Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
The slightest hint of lime was still on his lips. The scent of his shampoo filled the air, his hair recently wet from the rain.
If this was the one time Jesse and I were going to kiss, I was going to make it count. I lifted my hand and slid it onto the side of his face, lacing my fingers into his hair.
He leaned further into me after a moment, opening his mouth to me. He slowly deepened the kiss.
Fuck. He didn’t just act like he had Daddy energy.
He kissed like it, too.
I groaned against him, letting my tongue slide out against his, hot and wet.
Stop.
Stop kissing him.
You know you shouldn’t be doing this—
My cock ached under my pants, hardening as soon as my tongue was in his mouth. He kissed me like he was hungry for it. When he broke off from my mouth I moaned gently, involuntarily, just wishing that it wasn’t already over. His eyes were half-lidded as he looked into mine.
And then he went back in again.
He was just as greedy for more, apparently, and I sighed against his touch, feeling like a lottery winner. My cock was harder than hell now, shoved up against the front of my pants, and when Jesse slid a hand between me and the couch to grip the top of my ass, I moaned again. Louder this time. Right into his mouth.
“Go home,” I tried to tell him, leaning back just a little and breaking off from his needy kiss.
“Don’t want to.”
“Then what the fuck do you want?”
He leaned in to suck a slow, wet kiss against my lower lip. I was shaking a little now, and it felt impossible trying to hide it.
“I want you,” he said against me.
“No you don’t. I can’t be your rebound.”
I could feel his breath on my mouth, and it was so intoxicating I was two fucking seconds away from abandoning all of my decisions.
“Do you want my cock inside you?” he said in a low whisper, leaning back a little to look me in the eyes. “Be honest.”
I felt weak but I liked it.
“Yes,” I whispered. His fingers stroked through my hair.
He hummed. “You want to take me deep? Have me call you a good boy?”
I moaned deeply, my cock throbbing so much it ached. “Yes.”
“Just once. I’ll fuck you, just once, just tonight.”
“No,” I growled.
He grabbed the front of my shirt in his fist, putting his forehead to mine again as he sucked in a breath of air.
I groaned, hating this, hating him all over again in that moment, hating…
Hating in my bones that I was forced to say no to him, when every cell in my body was screaming yes.
His teeth closed around my lower. He bit down, pulling back my lip until it slipped out from between his teeth.
And then he let his hand slide up from my chest to my neck.
He cupped his hand around my throat, applying a gentle pressure, sending me deep into a half-hypnotized trance as he stared into my eyes.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
“You sure you like this?” he murmured, pushing just a little harder on my neck. His hand was big and warm. I looked up at him again.
“More than you could even imagine,” I said, my voice coming out strange as I felt my Adam’s apple move against the palm of his hand.
I could come from this.
I wanted to reach down and grip my cock. Jesse’s hand around my neck suddenly made me into a feral animal. I didn’t have to show him how I liked to be touched—he already knew, and he handled me like he was well aware of what I needed. Right up to the limit, where it felt best.
Please just fucking take me.
After a moment he slid his hand down. I missed it instantly. He put his arms around me instead, squeezing me in a close, too-sweet hug, letting one hand come up behind my head and grip into my hair again.
“I want it, Jesse,” I said as he kissed against the side of my head, his lips brushing against my earlobe. “But—”
“But you can’t,” he said. “I get it. I understand.”
I watched him, heart pounding, as he looked off at the fire’s glow. He was resigned, but not upset. He looked almost sad for a moment, maybe broken, like he didn’t want it to be over, either. The crackle of the fire went on beside us, the moment stretching out so far I was sure it would snap.
When he looked back at me, I didn’t know if he was more likely to jump me, rip my clothes off and fuck me—or if he was about to say goodbye, make a clean exit out of my house, and never see me again.
Then something flashed.
Multiple somethings flashed, all at once.