Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
We’re quick to get back to the dorms, faster to get out of our clothes, and before I know it Jacobs has me kneeling on the bed, bent at the waist with my hands flush up against the wall above the headboard, and he’s opening me up with his mouth and his fingers.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
There’s no finesse, just all tongue and spit and his thick digits pushing into me over and over again. The sensation is overwhelming.
I don’t want him to stop, but I need more. I breathe hard. I need all of him.
“Topher, I … Fuck …”
“Are you ready for me?” Jacobs asks.
“Yes, fucking, yes. Hurry up.”
“We need lube and a condom.”
I let out a breathy, “Screw it, no we don’t. I …”
He hasn’t removed his fingers, and I fuck myself on them.
“I don’t care, do it now.”
Jacobs stops completely.
“No! What are you doing?”
“Are you sure?” Jacobs’s voice is quiet and uncertain. “No lube will hurt. And the condom …”
I look at him over my shoulder. “Fine, lube yes, condom no. I want to feel all of you.”
He still seems hesitant. “Have you ever not used one before?”
“Never. I promise.”
“I trust you. I haven’t either.” He reaches for the lube, and then he’s filling me again with his fingers, making sure I really am ready for him.
I’m a shuddery mess at the first brush of my prostate.
I can’t talk. Hell, I can hardly breathe.
“You’re so hot like this,” he rasps. “Ready and open for me. Begging for my dick.”
“Fuck you, I don’t beg.” I might beg. But not right now.
“Not with words.” Jacobs’s hand runs down the middle of my back. “But with your body.”
“I swear on all that is holy, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will hurt you.”
He slaps my ass. “You’re forgetting I like that.”
“I hate you,” I chant. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You never did.” He finally puts me out of my misery, lining up his cock.
I feel the head at my entrance, and I crave the burn. I crave him deep inside me, turning me inside out until I can’t walk like he promised.
He goes slowly—too slowly—and I rock back on my knees to take him deeper.
He lets out a groan I feel all the way to my toes, and that’s nothing compared to when his cock is finally inside me.
The guttural noises coming from both of us are animalistic.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. “It feels … different.”
He’s barely moved though.
“Fuck me,” I demand.
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, you do. This is your chance to take out all the frustration I’ve caused you the past three years. All the taunting. All the immaturity. All the—”
He pulls out and slams back inside so fast, I’m not expecting it.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Do it.”
Jacobs does it again and again, each thrust harder than the last.
One of his hands grips my hip while the other holds on to my shoulder to keep me in place as he fucks my hole.
“God, you really must’ve hated me,” I grit out.
All I can do is take it as he pushes into me over and over.
“Too much?” he asks.
“No. Never too much.”
“I won’t be able to do this for long. You’re too tight. Too warm. It’s … indescribable.”
“Keep going. I’ll get myself there.” I move one hand from the wall and reach for my aching cock.
The higher we climb, the closer to the edge I get, and the more my mind fuzzes over.
I go numb.
When it’s him and me like this, nothing else matters. When his hands brand my skin, and he takes my body like he owns it, it becomes just the two of us.
School doesn’t exist.
Hockey is only a sport.
Everything fades away except one prominent thought cutting through the din.
I’m in love with Christopher Jacobs.
And that wasn’t supposed to happen.
Oops?
Jacobs grunts.
I love you, my mind replies. To a grunt.
I shake it off and focus on my hand working my dick.
Jacobs’s sweat drops onto my back, and his rhythm falters.
I know he’s getting close.
“Teddy, I … I …”
The anticipation of him saying the exact words I’m thinking builds until I can’t hold back my orgasm anymore.
“I’m coming.” I explode all over my hand and the headboard. Not to mention his pillows.
Again, oops.
It’s really hard to care when my prostate is being pounded to the point I almost can’t take it anymore.
I take deep breaths and ride out my orgasm while Jacobs continues to take what he needs.
My hand on my cock stills. It’s all too much. Too much stimulation. Too much … everything.
Jacobs pulls out and flips me onto my back, and I know without a doubt I now have cum hair, but I don’t care.
Jacobs lifts my legs and slams back inside me.
“Fuck!” His hooded eyes scrunch closed, and it only takes three more thrusts before the sexiest moan falls from his mouth and warmth fills my ass.