Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Too close,” he choked.
“Do you want to come?”
“No, I want you to fuck me.”
I shivered involuntarily, then stood, tugging my T-shirt over my head before helping Derek with his. I drew him close and crashed my mouth over his, savoring the feel of his naked body against mine. I raked my fingers along his spine and squeezed his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to massage his puckered entrance while our tongues twisted hungrily.
I was desperate for him. My primal instincts urged me to conquer and devour. To take what he offered and more. But I wasn’t a selfish lover, and I knew what my man liked. I broke the kiss and licked my swollen bottom lip as I pointed toward the counter.
“Bend over. Show me your ass, baby.”
His Adam’s apple slid theatrically in his throat. “Lube?”
“I hid some. We can’t race to our bedroom every time, can we?” I grabbed the lube from its hiding place under a stack of kitchen towels in a nearby drawer and presented it like a holy grail. “Ta da!”
Derek pressed a rough kiss on my mouth, then he turned to face the sink, widening his stance as he swayed his hips in invitation. “What are you waiting for?”
I stepped behind him, reaching around to stroke his cock. “You are so fucking hot. Hold your ass open for me. Yeah, just like that.”
I ignored the lube and spit on my fingers instead, rubbing a single digit over his hole and pushing the tip inside. When he dropped his head with a moan, I pulled out…then repeated the process, teasing him with a featherlight touch until he bucked his hips backward in frustration.
“Do it already.”
“Bossy bottom.” I bit his shoulder playfully and did as he asked, gently slipping one finger inside.
I stood close enough that the tip of my cock touched his bare ass cheek like a paintbrush, leaking precum on his skin. I rubbed it in and bent to lick it off. And while I was on my knees, I figured I might as well take a taste. I swatted his hands away and opened him myself, staring at his sweet hole before flattening my tongue over it.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried, lowering himself onto his elbows.
I licked him over and over, pushing a digit into his opening. When I felt him relax, I slid it in and out, loving the needy sounds he made. I bit his ass and stood, reaching for the lube. I poured some onto my fingers, easing one, then two inside him. Derek jerked himself feverishly as he rode my hand.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Tell me what you want,” I demanded.
“You know what I want.”
I did indeed. I slipped my cock against his crease and circled my arms around his waist. I ghosted my hands over his and cupped his balls, whispering, “Beg me for it.”
Derek let out a frustrated half laugh. “Gabe…I’m gonna kick your ass if you don’t put your cock in my—oh, fuck. Fuck.”
I pushed inside my man, nice and slow. I didn’t stop until I was balls deep, my heart hammering in my chest. I kissed his shoulder and his neck, resting my hands on his hips as I waited for a sign that he was ready.
One of the many benefits of being with the same guy for so long was that we’d learned how to read each other. A slight nod or a shift in position was a green light. A low groan and an impatient smack on whatever body part he could reach usually meant “Go now and hurry the fuck up.” No doubt I gave him a few signals of my own. Not having to spell out what I liked in bed was a huge plus. That and no condoms.
Not only was his ass mine, but I got to come inside him and—oh, fuck. I was going to lose it before we got started.
I pulled out to the tip, then surged forward. And did it again. And again…Derek hung his head and bucked his hips in a wordless request for more. A little faster, a little harder. I obeyed, plunging deep in quick, sure strokes. The moderate pace escalated with a chorus of soft sighs and carnal grunts. I held Derek’s hips and moved with abandon, pouring everything I had into each thrust, stroking his prostate over and over.
When his hand flew on his cock, I wanted part of that action too. I pressed myself against his broad back, ran my fingers along his side and reached around to grip his shaft, recoiling immediately when pain rippled through my shoulder. It killed my rhythm for a beat, but with my dick calling the shots, the slight pause didn’t throw me off my game. I upped the tempo, clutching his hips as I fucked him relentlessly. And I didn’t stop until I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine.