Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes and rode the waves. Gabe continued to work me a little longer before he slipped a finger in with his tongue. I clenched around him.
It was my body asking for more. It was me feeling a need to have him enter me, not with a finger or a tongue, but with his cock. I wanted to ride him until he gave me his load, making me explode with mine.
“I need you to fuck me,” I said into the night. All of my defenses had been destroyed. Any caution or worry I had about having sex with Gabe vanished. A wisp of steamy fog rose from my mouth as I let out a moan, feeling Gabe’s finger push down on my prostate. “Please.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
“Fuck, buddy, I’m turning you into a whimpering, pleading mess.”
He was right. I was.
And his use of the word buddy in this context only worked to make me messier.
“Please, Gabe, I need to feel you inside me.”
He slowly pulled his finger out and replaced it with the head of his cock. I started to push back, but he gripped my hips and held me in place. He teased me, spreading his precum all up and down my already wet ass. The sound of his slick and sticky excitement against my skin was as loud as the bubbling of the hot tub.
But he still didn’t give me what I craved.
“Let’s go inside. I want to look in your eyes as I claim you.”
He grazed his teeth against the back of my neck. My eyes nearly rolled directly to the back of my skull.
I needed no more urging. We got out of the hot tub, each grabbing a towel from the chairs and drying off as we hurried inside. Gabe gave up with the towel and dropped it halfway through his living room, his hand going to my stiff cock, which stuck out from the towel.
He gave me a couple of playful strokes before letting go and leading the way upstairs to his bedroom. Inside, we stumbled over to the bed, already locked in another hungry kiss. My towel fell open as he laid me back. He gave the command to turn the lights on, keeping them dim.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, standing at the edge of the bed, looking like a marble statue of a horned-up god.
And he was saying I was sexy? Fuck. Was there a gas leak?
Again, no time to question things because Gabe had grabbed my legs and tossed them onto his shoulders. He smiled down at me, his cock pushing against my hole. Any coherent thought in my head self-destructed, leaving only space for one simple thing: dick.
I licked my lips and dropped my arms back, my entire body relaxing into the soft bed.
“Would you like me to grab a condom?” Gabe asked. It was a polite way to phrase the question, and I appreciated it, and I also vehemently opposed it.
“No,” I said. I got on PrEP once I re-entered the dating pool.
“Shifters can’t catch anything or give anything.”
“Good,” I said. I reached up and rubbed his muscular pec, feeling the soft, trimmed hair tickle my palm.
He grinned, his leaking cock pressed against me. Heat rolled off both of us. It turned the room into a damned inferno. “And do you need lube?” He looked down and stroked his already wet cock. He brought his shining fingers up to my mouth.
I sucked, tasting the salty, sweet precum that coated him.
“I don’t think I’ll need it.”
“No,” he said. “I don’t think so, either.”
He pushed his hips forward. I gasped as his cock slipped inside me, finding no resistance. My body accepted him as if he’d been a missing part of me this entire time. Like he was the key that completely unlocked a new side of life for me, a new world of absolute and utter pleasure.
Gabe’s eyes opened wide—just like earlier—and he froze. Completely froze. Like someone had pulled the plug on his power cord. He didn’t even blink.
Did he… finish early?
“Gabe?”
It was like his name had yanked him out of whatever spell he’d been under. He gave his head a quick shake, and his eyes returned to being sharp and focused in on mine. “Sorry,” he said, slowly rolling his hips back. “You just felt so fucking good. I was taking it in.” He thrust forward. I yelped, gripping the sheets. I didn’t have to warn him to go slow at first. He knew to keep this pace, allowing me to get used to his size. He wasn’t lying, either, about not needing lube. He slid in and out like silk.
“Fuck, Gabe, oh fuck.” My body was already wound so tight, I was sure I was only a few thrusts away from finishing all over my stomach. “I’m so close,” I moaned.