Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”
He’s slow and careful with me. Or maybe it’s something about his anal personality that makes him focus on and enjoy every inch of my body. Either way, it’s turning me on way too fucking much.
His fingers stop at the waistline of my jeans. “Want me to take these off for you?”
“Uh-huh.”
His arms wrap around me at the waist, and I feel him working the button open, then the zipper down. I’m already throbbing in my underwear, rock-hard, desperate to be freed. He’s sure taking his sweet time, which makes me insane with both impatience and excitement. I want him to hurry up. I want him to slow down even more. I want him to throw me onto this bed like an animal, and I want him to treat me like I’m glass.
His hands slip inside my underwear at the hips, and down the both of them go together, briefs and jeans, until they’re not even a thought, forgotten somewhere on the floor with my shoes. Bridger is caressing my naked body now, running his fingers everywhere. I’m leaning back against him, barely able to stand on my own feet anymore, the way he’s melting me.
His mouth comes to my ear again. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume this is your first time with a guy.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble again.
“How are you feeling about it?”
“Fine,” I blurt, throwing out the first word I can find.
“Just fine?”
“F-Fuckin’ fine.”
A little breath in my neck tells me he just laughed. “Can I ask another question?”
“You already are.”
“Have you been thinking about me?”
My eyes open to the ceiling. I guess I’m resting my head back on his shoulder or something. He’s practically holding me as I lean against him, but with his strength, it’s like leaning against a brick wall, how he doesn’t even move, bearing my weight with ease.
“Well?” he prompts me. “Can I take your silence for a yes?”
“Thinkin’ in … in what way?”
“Dreaming about me? Imagining me doing things to do?” His lips touch my ear, kissing it. “What am I doing to you, Anthony?”
I can’t even answer. I’m feeling too many things. He’s doing too many things to me.
“You wanted me to pick up where we left off, right?”
“Uh-huh, please.”
He chuckles again. “Please?” His hands run up my chest to my nipples again. “You’re so polite all of a sudden. Like your manners snapped back into you from out of nowhere. Maybe I should’ve done this to you sooner to get you to treat me better.” He turns me around to face him. “You smell good, by the way.”
I fight back an instinct to make fun of him, call him a weirdo for sniffing me, whatever—then remember how I buried my face in his denim jacket just a few days ago. “Well, yeah, obviously I do. I always smell good.” After a second, I add, “You smell good, too.”
He steps back and kicks off his shoes, then sets them neatly by the bed. When he takes off his shirt, it’s like watching a show, the way his every movement is calculated and controlled. I instantly picture the meticulous way he must do his workouts at the gym, with perfect form, patience, and immense care to ensure he never injures himself or misuses equipment. Then his shirt’s off, and he’s folding it the same way he folded mine. What’s with this guy?
“You can just throw the clothes on the floor, y’know.”
He meets my eyes, then chuckles. He unbuttons his pants, but leaves them on as he comes over to me. I don’t know why, but I step back, my heel hits the bed, and I fall back. I prop myself up by the elbows as he slowly crawls over me, his face above mine.
“You’re already hard,” he points out.
“Good job, Captain Obvious. It’s pokin’ your stomach.”
He cracks another smile. “I’m getting used to your sass. It’s cute, how you always give me this attitude, but you’re really just craving my mouth on your cock right now.”
That shuts me right up.
He slowly descends into my neck to kiss it, which makes my eyes roll back and shut. His lips are something else. They cherish everything they touch like it’s the first and last time they’ll ever touch it. Then he’s on my chest. His lips graze my right nipple, and I let out a groan before I can stop it. He’s working me up so fuckin’ much, I can’t stand it. My heart beats faster the lower he goes, down my stomach, down my abs, slowly, teasingly, to my crotch.
Then his mouth engulfs my entire cock, down to the base.
I didn’t expect him to take the whole thing at once.
Just like in the restroom, my hands fly to his hair by instinct, grabbing on as if I’ll fall somehow if I don’t. My hands go up and down slowly with his head as he sucks me off with such strength, I can’t help but groan with uncontrolled delight every time he goes down. My insides are spinning. I could cry I’m so fucking happy.