Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I didn’t even think Max could know how much it stung to hear that.
Sure, I liked using people… in a hot way, when they wanted it, when we both just wanted to get off. But I didn’t want to use people. Use them in life. Ruin them. Leave them worse than I’d found them, knowing it was almost always my fault.
“Pretty mouthy for someone who’d never had a cock in your mouth until tonight,” I murmured, doing my best to maintain a neutral attitude on the outside.
“You think I’m so helpless,” he said. “But maybe I can take a whole lot more than you think I can, Draven.”
I moved forward again, shoving my cock into his mouth and watching him open up to me instantly.
I could feel how much he wanted this.
Wanted to be good for me.
His motions were a little unsure at first, maybe a little sloppy, but only in the best way. When I’d called him eager it had been an understatement. Once he got into a rhythm on my cock he sucked it like he was trying to take every last drop of cum from me, to leave me drained and spent.
I’d been keeping my fist wrapped around the base of my dick, but I let it drop away, allowing him to suck me as deep as he wanted again. Once he built up a rhythm he moved one hand to my sack, gently squeezing my balls and bringing me close to the edge.
Just a mouth, I lied to myself. A mouth that feels way too fucking good. Wet. Tight. Impatient to take my cum, in the best way.
Just a hot guy you’ll probably never see again, the moment you leave Tennessee.
Another lie.
The truth was that he wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever been with.
He made me feel things I didn’t deserve to feel.
I was so close to coming. And when I looked down and saw his big, blue eyes looking up at me, reaching out to me, trying so hard to bridge the gulf that I left between us, it was too much to bear.
I groaned, bringing a hand down to the back of his head to grip him. Sensation pooled at the base of my groin, my balls tightening up.
“Take my cum, baby,” I said, thrusting forward into his mouth.
He swallowed around me, looking prouder than ever to take it all. The hanging light above us moved slightly in the breeze, the glint of it moving along Max’s hair.
Filthy little angel.
And every bit a man.
Reality slowly settled in around me as my breath and my heart rate returned to something closer to normal.
I’d given him something. Some small part of me.
Often, after I came, a new sense of clarity washed over me: I’d be ready to reset, to be alone, to politely end the evening with whoever I’d hooked up with. With other people, I never had this sensation that I’d… given something away, by coming inside them.
What the fuck do you do to me, Max Burnett?
He was standing up now, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“So, do you finally think it’s okay for me to go home?” Max asked idly, running his fingers through his hair. “Or do you think Mr. Scary Penis Man Stalker is going to be there to show me his cock, or something?”
I frowned at him. “You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
“Of course you’re not going home,” I said, standing up and moving toward the house. “You’re spending the night here.”
Chapter 15
Max
Draven had never seemed like a very cuddly person, and being in his bed was no different.
He may as well have taken a strip of duct tape along the center of his king-sized bed, marking a line which he didn’t want either of us to cross. Like two kids forced to share a room, stuck together, at odds.
Earlier, I’d draped a leg over too close onto “his side,” and he’d gently shoved it away, turning to the other side and facing away from me.
So much for pillow talk.
Apparently, he was plenty fine with calling me beautiful while he face-fucked me, but my goddamn shin touching his knee in bed was strictly forbidden.
Infuriating fucking cowboy.
I pulled in a slow breath, watching the slanted shadows coming in across the wall, dim evening light filtering in from the slats in the blinds. Draven’s sheets were premium and softer than anything I’d ever felt, and the mattress was the perfect amount of firmness, but…
I couldn’t sleep.
I couldn’t fucking try to sleep.
My body was comfortable, but my mind was spinning like a top.
Normally I prided myself on being an excellent sleeper, and I’d always bragged about being able to nod off within five minutes and snooze like a baby.
Tonight that wasn’t going to happen.
My asshole was still sore, for one, aching a little from when Draven had pushed the tip of that second finger inside me, without any warning or any lube. We’d rinsed off after we got back inside, and he’d brought his soap-lathered fingertips to my hole again in the shower, stroking over it gently.