Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
As soon as his groin presses against my ass, cock buried as deep as it goes, we both breathe out together…then in…then out again.
“Fuck me,” I tell him, and Dusty does. Pulling back, then fucking into me. His dick stretches me, hits my prostate as the world shifts and the bed shakes and he fills me in a way that has my body saying finally.
My hands fist in the blanket, and then Dusty is pulling me up, maneuvering me to my hands and knees. I would let him do anything to me, as long as he stays inside me. Now from behind, his fingers dig into my hips as he snaps forward over and over again.
My dick leaks on the bed, balls so tight and high that I know I won’t last long. He wraps a hand around my body, fucking hard and fast, saying my name as he starts jerking me off.
I swear it’s less than five strokes later when color flashes behind my eyelids, the room spinning, and I’m shooting thick ribbons of cum all over the mattress.
“Fuck…your hole is squeezing me just right. I wish I were bare inside you, want to watch my cum leak out of you all night.” He groans, dick swelling and jerking inside me as Dusty gives in to his orgasm. He fills the condom, and there’s nothing I want more than his jizz inside me, want him to mark up my insides so I smell like him everywhere.
I collapse on the bed and roll to my back, breathing hard. Dusty lies over me, and I pull him up, lift his arm, and lick up the salty skin of his armpit, loving the feel of the hair against my tongue.
“Jesus, Morgan,” he says as I move to the other one, doing the same. He tries to get up, but I hold him down, not letting him go. “Just let me turn the light out. I’m not leaving this room unless you force me.”
And I won’t…not ever…well, not until I leave, at least.
Reluctantly, I let go, and a moment later the room is dark and he’s in bed with me again, pulling me close, touching me everywhere, hands traveling all over. I bury my face into his pit, pull in deep breaths and lick him again, before settling in and just letting him hold me.
“What are we gonna do, Dust?” I finally ask, knowing exactly why I never let myself do this, why I knew it would change everything. Once I allowed myself to have what I secretly always wanted, nothing would be the same.
“Don’t know,” he answers, voice deep and sad, working its way into all the crevices inside me. “We’re not gonna figure it out tonight, though. Go to sleep.”
I close my eyes and do as he says.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dusty
I can’t help wondering if Morgan has always been a cuddler. If he sleeps with his face nuzzled into Rob’s body the way he does mine. If it feels like he’s trying to burrow his way into Rob’s body, and if his boyfriend welcomes it the way I do.
I don’t know the man, but he doesn’t seem the type. He definitely doesn’t deserve Morgan, that much I can tell just from the little I’ve heard, but then, I’m in love with Rob’s boyfriend, so I figure he has a bone to pick with me too. And while their relationship is open and Morgan is allowed to do this, it feels wrong to me. Again, not because there’s anything wrong with open relationships. It’s just not for me. I don’t want to share him, don’t want anyone else to touch him, and Jesus, I don’t even know if I can handle hearing him on the phone with the man he’s supposed to go home to.
This was such a huge fucking mistake, but I don’t want to take it back, don’t want to stop. It feels too good, too right, like there’s been a hole inside me and now it’s finally filled in.
Needless to say, I don’t sleep well. Most of the time I just watch him, as fucking creepy as that sounds. It’s around seven when I sneak out of bed, grab my jeans, and quietly go into the bathroom. The shop is closed today, so I don’t have to rush, but I also don’t know what Morgan wants to do here. We need to talk, but really, what I want is to ignore all the bad shit and just spend our days fucking and holding each other.
I take a piss, clean up a little, then tug on my jeans. I need coffee something fierce and figure I can sneak down to the kitchen and get some without running into Gregory.
I never saw myself being thirty-five and having to sneak around with someone I’m sleeping with, and I don’t want to do it now, but damn if it’s not a complex situation.