Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Turns out, getting the right angle is a bit difficult, mostly because we’re both nervous, so I grab hold of my shaft to help him line it up to his hole.
“Oh my fucking God.” I clench my teeth as he lifts onto his knees, then lowers himself inch by inch on my shaft. “You feel…Christ. So good.”
I try not to thrust upward, allowing him all the time he needs. I watch him closely as his lips move in a silent curse, and he stills when I’m buried balls-deep.
“How do you feel?” I rub his thighs. “Does it hurt?”
“Maybe a little, but not as bad as I thought it would be.”
I shift my legs. “Do you want me to—”
“No, please.” He bears down on my legs. “I like how full it feels. Just need to get used to how big you are.”
I don’t know whether to gloat or be concerned. I’ve never seen his dildo, so it might be on the smaller side.
Beads of sweat form along his hairline, and his chest is flushed, but damn, does he look good hovering above me like this. I tug on his arm so our mouths can meet. He moans against my lips as he rocks back and forth, then sits up to move more freely. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first but still make me lose my breath as I try to hold it together. Eventually, Austin’s pace picks up as he feels more comfortable, using his knees for leverage. I can tell he’s more accustomed to my girth when he begins moaning on every down thrust.
“I love how you feel.” I reach for his flagging cock and start jerking him.
“Oh…oh God, that’s good,” he says as he screws his eyes shut.
Another minute, and he’s stiff, his eyes are blissed out, and he’s bearing down on me with a faster intensity. I hold on to his thigh and thrust upward just a little. It has the desired effect as he moans and sways every time I nail his prostate.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Aus.”
He gasps and stares down at me as if I’ve told him he’s a fairy princess or something. “No one’s ever…”
“Then it’s their loss. I’m the lucky one who gets to have you.” I tug on his arm so I can take his lips again.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He sighs dreamily as he kisses down my throat, making me shiver.
His intensity renews and he lifts onto the balls of his feet and thrusts more chaotically. “I’m close.”
Thank fuck because it’s taking everything inside me not to finish first, so I just focus on making him feel good. “Gonna jack you until you come.”
Working in unison, it doesn’t take long for Austin to shudder and arch his back.
“Dex!” he calls out, then comes all over my hand and stomach.
It’s all I need to let myself go, to jump off that cliff with him.
I’m still catching my breath when Austin falls forward on top of me and my softened cock slides from his body.
I quickly take care of the condom, and then I’m back in bed, wrapping him in my arms. Austin is strangely quiet, his gaze emotional as he seems to hold on to me for dear life.
“Can you stay?” he asks in a throaty whisper.
And for the first time, I feel vulnerable. So I just surrender to my emotions and make sure my best friend feels safe and cared for. “Wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”
32
AUSTIN
Dex and I are nestled in my small bed, limbs entangled in a somewhat uncomfortable position, but neither of us seems to mind as we drift in and out of sleep all night.
I keep waking up, realizing I’m not a virgin anymore because I lost it with my best friend, then nuzzling in closer because I need the connection.
My heart keeps changing tempo from slow and steady to fast and chaotic whenever I think about our night. On the one hand, I’m glad he stayed, but I’m also nervous he’ll have regrets at sunrise.
I also can’t help wondering if some of the stuff he said was in the throes of passion or because he thought I needed to hear it.
“I’m the lucky one who gets to have you.”
He wasn’t wrong. I did need it. Needed him more. I loved looking down at him and having control of my experience. It didn’t go quite as I’d built it up in my head. In most ways, it’d been way better.
I would love to do it again, but I also don’t want to pressure Dex. It might not be a good idea for him to know how connected I felt to him last night, how right on the verge of tears I was when it was over. He thinks it was all in an effort to give me enough experience to be with someone else, but all I want is to be here with him. To feel his hands and mouth on me again. And, of course, his cock inside me.