Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
We strip naked and climb into the bath-shower combo. Brix pulls the shower curtain closed and then wraps me in his large arms.
I feel small against him, but I don’t hate it. In a stupid way, it makes me feel treasured. Like I’m only his when he wraps his big body around me.
“You’re trembling,” Brix whispers.
“Anticipation.”
“Not nerves?”
I shiver. “Maybe a little bit of nerves.”
“I’ve got you.” Brix turns me so my back is to his chest and my head rests on his shoulder.
This won’t be just sex. Not that it ever has been between us. But there’s something more going on here. Something I’ve been convinced is not for me or doesn’t actually exist.
The illusions of Hollywood made me bitter, made me think this feeling I have—that I’ve only ever experienced once before—is fake just like everything else in my life.
Then Brix literally crash-tackles my life and zaps that part of me that was so near death I’m sure it had flatlined numerous times back to life.
He makes me want to believe that love conquers all.
Brix’s hands wander down my sides while his lips trail over my shoulder.
My cock points straight up, begging to be touched.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
I shudder but do as he says.
The water cascades down my back as I bend forward and rest my palms on the tiles.
Brix pumps shower gel into his hands and massages it over my shoulders and down my arms. My muscles contract and release as his warm fingers dig into my skin.
Then he moves to my front, slowly working his way farther down.
I let out a groan.
Brix takes his time washing all of me, covering me with the smell of flowery hotel soap. He ignores me when I snark that my cock isn’t clean enough yet to try to get him to keep stroking it.
Then a foamy finger slips into my ass crack.
I tense.
Either my that’s not lube warning is going unheard, or I really do need to trust him.
I glance over my shoulder, which only makes him smile.
“I can see we still have some minor trust issues, but I promise to rectify that.”
His single finger breaches my hole, and the nerve endings that have been neglected for almost two years do a happy dance.
I bear down on his fat finger lodged inside me. He grips my hip with his free hand tight enough to bruise.
My ass clenches around his finger, and I breathe hard, trying to focus on the sensation of it slipping deeper inside me. It feels tight, but Brix takes his time, slowly moving in and out of me.
My mind gets fuzzy, and all I can feel is Brix all around me. I want him to consume all of me.
But then his warmth at my back suddenly disappears and so does his finger.
Noooo.
The water runs over me. I lean forward and lay my arm on the wall, pushing my ass out farther.
It’s not a matter of wanting more. I need more.
I need to feel all of him.
Then Brix’s big body presses against my back, and he reaches to shut the water off.
“Wait, wha—?” I go to stand upright, but Brix has me boxed in.
“Patience, Pop Star. Learn it.”
“That’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
He grips my shoulder to hold me in place. “Stay there.”
The next second, he’s on his knees behind me and he spreads my ass cheeks.
If he thought I was trembling before, it’s nothing compared to now. My legs threaten to give out.
I’m exposed and vulnerable, the cool air hitting my hole, but one look over my shoulder, and I know Brix is into it.
“So hot,” he murmurs.
It feels like a lifetime for the first swipe of his tongue, and when it happens, I can’t help squirming.
Brix chuckles, and the warm breath on my sensitive skin only intensifies the new experience. “Hold still,” he complains.
“Can’t help it. It feels … weird.”
He looks up at me. “Have you never—”
“Nope. Ex wasn’t into it. Never came up with the other guy.”
Brix sighs. “So much you’ve missed out on.”
“Are you going to give me an education on rimming?”
“Education? Nah. Religion? Hell yes.”
“Confident much—”
Brix dives right in, and my body lights up like a damn Christmas tree.
“Holy fuck!”
He hums like he wants to say something but is too busy right now.
The sensation in my ass is completely overwhelming. I want to simultaneously clench and push my ass out farther.
As much as I want to keep watching Brix over my shoulder as his face is buried between my ass cheeks, I’m unsteady and can’t stay twisted like this. I turn back to the wall in front of me and rest on my hands while Brix teases and probes.
I can see why this would be the best way to prep someone. Once I get used to the swirling sensation of his tongue, my ass relaxes under Brix’s mouth.