Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He shifted to a sitting position close enough to connect our mouths and delivered such a devastating kiss that I had to rearrange the airspace in my lungs.
Guess I had my answer.
I pulled back the covers, trying to ignore my nerves. “How do you want to do this?”
Nolan flipped to his stomach, then lifted on all fours. “This might be easier for our first time.”
I couldn’t look away from all that enticing skin. Nolan’s thighs were hairy, but his ass cheeks were smooth, and damn, I’d never wanted someone more. “Fucking hell, just look at you.”
“Don’t just look,” Nolan said over his shoulder. “Touch too.”
I chuckled. He’d definitely grown more comfortable in the bedroom. I scooted over on the bed and lightly slapped his ass. When he moaned, I grew even stiffer. “Christ, Nolan. You are certainly full of surprises.”
“Apparently, I’m not the only one.”
He inhaled a jagged breath when my fingers latched on to his smooth ass and parted his cheeks. Damn, the idea of having my cock inside that tight hole made my mouth run dry. I couldn’t believe I got to have him. It felt like a dream.
When I leaned forward and kissed his hole, he gasped. He tasted like soap and salt, and when he began trembling, I smoothed a hand down his spine.
Reining in my runaway breaths, I used my tongue to circle and lick the rim and enjoyed his response to me. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna die. It feels too good.”
“Yeah?” So I gave him more, licking, circling, and probing inside with the tip of my tongue until he was a pleading mess.
“Ellis…I can’t take much more.”
“Tell me about it.” I squeezed the base of my cock to stop myself from losing it. Who knew I’d enjoy rimming so much? Or maybe it was more about pleasing him because fuck, it was sexy how he was moaning and panting.
I drew back to open the condom and roll it down my length. After applying the lube liberally to my shaft and fingers, I started with one digit, then added another, Nolan crying out each time I rubbed his prostate. When he felt sufficiently ready for me—at least I hoped he was—I kneeled behind him and lined up my cock with shaky hands.
The truth was, I was afraid I’d ruin it as soon as I got inside him. I wanted to make it good for him. For both of us. But this was Nolan, and we were dating—mind officially blown—so we had plenty of times after this one to experiment and make it worth our while.
My thighs began trembling as I parted his cheeks and looked at that tight hole. I felt so unbearably hard that I wasn’t sure how I’d fit inside him.
Nolan made a frustrated sound and rocked backward, snapping me out of my self-doubt. I pressed forward, the tip of my cock surging inside. I bit off a curse when different sensations hit me at once—his tight heat, my cock actually sitting inside him… I clenched my thigh muscles, hoping I didn’t spill too soon.
“It feels so damned intense,” he said, and suddenly I regretted not being able to see his eyes or expression.
“Talk to me, Nolan.”
“It feels like a lot of pressure, and it burns, but I know that’ll change like it did with your fingers.”
Fuck. My stomach dropped.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
Despite his pleading, I stayed still to allow him time to get used to me stretching his hole. Then I pressed forward, knowing he was right, that it would get easier. I pulled out partly before slowly driving back inside. I felt guilty that it felt so damned good from my end. Two more times, and then I checked with him again. “Nolan?”
“It’s starting to feel better.” He puffed out jagged breaths. “Keep going.”
“I hate that I can’t see you.” Leaning forward, I wound my arm around his torso and pulled him upward so his back was against my chest. “That’s better.”
I smoothed the hair from his forehead, carefully gauging his reaction. He tilted his head to kiss me. It was sloppy and shaky, but it instantly felt better to have him close.
“You sure you’re okay?” I whispered, afraid to move a muscle.
“I promise.” His eyes met mine, his face and chest a bloom of color. “I need it. Need you.”
“Goddamn. I need you too.”
Nolan’s hand reached up and latched onto my arm as I pushed inside him in shallow thrusts. Spikes of pleasure rushed straight to my balls.
He breathed out when I was buried to the hilt, and I kissed the sweat pooled across his hairline. “You’re doing so good, Nolan.”
“Stings a little, but I like how I feel stuffed full of you.”
My heart clenched. “You feel so tight and hot. I can’t believe I’m inside you.”
We kissed again, briefly tangling our tongues as I reached for his cock, which was hanging limp. I wasn’t surprised, but it made me feel more determined than ever to make it good for him. I felt like a novice running on pure instinct and barely hanging on myself.