Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 99736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Ah. Hence all the extra dad talk tonight.”
Anders nods. “Only, it’s not working. I still go to bed with you on my mind and my hand on my dick.” His breath is hot on my skin. “I’ve been trying to be good. Trying not to touch you. Trying to forget how good it felt to have your cock in my mouth. I’ve been trying to avoid this. I don’t want to freak out again. But you feel so damn amazing, Brody.”
He’s moving into rambling territory as he ruts against me, and I throw my head back when our cocks line up. Even through my sweatpants and his boxers, I can feel how hard he is.
If we keep going like this, we’re no doubt going to fall over.
“Couch,” I croak.
His head snaps back, and he looks me in the eyes. “Couch?”
“Pin me again. Make it so I can’t move from beneath you, and take what you need.”
“Brody,” he whines but pushes me towards the couch.
I fall onto my back, but I get a chance to whip my shirt over my head before Anders’ hard body lands on top of me.
Last time he made me sit on my hands, but that’s not going to work in this position, so instead I lift my hands above my head, joining them at the wrists.
“Hold me in place,” I encourage. If this is what he needs to get off, I’m more than willing to give it to him.
As much as I’m dying to touch him and hope one day I’ll be able to, this, what we have right here, is more than enough for me.
I want to make him forget. I want to hold him until he tells me to fuck off.
I realise what that probably means for me—that I see this as more than some casual thing—but with where his head’s at, I doubt he’s looking or even ready for more.
The appreciative smile Anders gives me before locking one strong hand around my wrists is nothing compared to the face he makes when our bodies press against each other. His eyes roll back, his lips part, and the image of him above me like this is immediately saved into the spank bank folder in my brain.
His lean body drags along mine, and a hot, eager hand makes its way into my sweatpants, pulling the front down just enough for my warm skin to meet his lube-slippery cock which has slipped through the hole in his boxers.
“Were you jerking off to the thought of me just now?” I rasp.
He buries his head in my neck, and I arch up.
“Every. Fucking. Night.” Anders grunts. “I can’t get you out of my mind.”
“Same.”
Anders moves his free hand between us, wrapping it around both of us and thrusting harder.
I’m semi-conscious of needing to make sure he’s doing okay. The way his cock pulses next to mine and how hard he is, I know he’s at least enjoying himself a little. But I need to know.
“Is this okay?” I ask. I really hope it doesn’t bring down the mood, but it’s my responsibility to check.
“More than okay.”
“Can you kiss me?”
He buries his head deeper, his hips rocking harder. “Only if you want this all to be over.”
“I want you to come on me.”
Anders’ grip on my wrists tightens to the point of pain, but it’s forgotten when our mouths meet.
I’m chasing the end, getting closer with every thrust, every lick as he explores my mouth, and every tiny whimper he makes at the back of his throat.
“Come, Anders. Come all over me.”
He falls apart, and I follow him, both of us tensing as cum spills between us. Anders melts against me, his grip on my wrists slacking, but he keeps his hand where it is.
We breathe hard, and Anders crushes me under his weight, but I can take it.
“This couch just officially became my favourite place in the entire apartment,” I say. “I suspected it last week, but this seals the deal.”
“Mine too,” Anders says.
He finally lets my wrists go, but I keep my hands where they are, unsure if I’m allowed to touch him yet or not.
“You’re not freaking out on me?”
“Not yet.”
“Can I move my arms? I might need to do more weight training because it’s killing me holding them above my head.”
Anders laughs, but it’s quick and the air between us goes stale immediately after.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I appreciate you asking, and I know you’re worried, but … can we try, umm … like …”
“If you want round two, I’m so not ready for that. Give me at least half an hour.”
Anders laughs again. This is already better than the last time we hooked up.
“I was going to ask if you’d hold me.”
I can’t help smiling. “I find it adorable you can tell me how good my cock feels in your mouth, but asking to cuddle is too much.” My arms wrap around his back as I hold him to me.