Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
The last thing I want to ever do is hurt him.
27
Seth
Being back in Montreal is amazing. Foster killed it in his game, Zach’s happy and chatty, and Richie’s here, never far from my reach.
I can’t help picturing future family dinners with the four of us around the table. Something seems like it’s clicked in place.
Now when Foster and Zach are affectionate, it doesn’t bother me, because I understand. They couldn’t fight the pull to each other, just like I can’t fight my pull toward Richie. The need to make sure he knows how I feel far outweighs what Foster and Zach think. Besides, if I don’t have to stop touching him, why the hell would I make that choice voluntarily?
Richie and I are both laughing hard by the time we stumble into the elevator together. I’ve already forgotten what was so funny, but my brain has that blissful haziness that comes with being that little bit past tipsy.
Clinging to Richie’s arm, I lean in and nip his earlobe. “You’re going to use my ass tonight.”
His noise of approval rumbles in his chest, and hello, my dick likes the sound. “Am I?”
I pull back so he can see my face and pretend to pout. “You’re saying you don’t want to use me?”
That gets his attention just as the doors open. I lead the way to our room, Richie doing his best to get his hands on me, and as soon as we’re inside, I push him toward the bed.
“Get naked and sit down.”
He scrambles to comply.
Seeing him move so quickly with no desire to argue sets my pulse thrumming. His large body is revealed to me bit by bit until he’s completely naked, and I take a moment to shamelessly drink him in.
When it comes to sex, our dynamic isn’t anything like what I thought it would be, but it seems to work for us both.
I’m in charge. I give the orders. But all of my orders are geared toward what will make Richie feel good, because turning him on turns me on too.
If he needs my mouth to get off, I’ll blow him. If he needs my dick, I’ll fuck him. He doesn’t seem to have a preference for topping or bottoming which definitely took me aback at first. I’m all for breaking down stereotypes, but I guess I’d associated bottoming with being smaller, weaker, submissive.
I never realized the power that comes with seeing Richie completely checked out while he drills into me and knowing it’s my body driving him over the edge.
And that’s what he needs tonight.
I lock eyes with him and slowly start unbuttoning my shirt, dragging my fingers over each inch of skin that I reveal. Richie tries to reach for me, but I take a step back.
“Sit against the headboard, hands under your thighs.”
Again, he hurries to do it, pupils big and dark and locked on me.
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip to stop my dick from being so freaking impatient, but I can’t deny seeing him hold back that big body, just because I told him to, is hot as hell. Every one of his muscles is tensed, desperate to pounce on me.
The last button on my shirt slips through the hole, and I slowly let it fall from my shoulders.
“Fuck, Seth.” He knocks his head back against the headboard. “Come on.”
I pop the button on my pants and slowly tug down the zip. The sound of each metallic tooth sliding free fills the silence between us. Richie’s breathing harder, stare locked on the bulge beneath my briefs. His thick cock is standing straight up and hard, and I can’t tear my eyes away from it either.
I push my pants down and then hook my thumb under the elastic of my underwear. There’s already a wet spot spreading across the cotton, and I take a minute to let his hungry gaze roam over my skin, trying to ignore the way it’s getting me worked up. Then I push my briefs down in one go.
My cock flicks back and hits my stomach before I climb onto the bed and crawl toward him. Richie immediately goes to grab me, but I pause.
“Hands,” I remind him, voice nowhere near as strong as usual.
He fists the covers as I lean in and kiss him. I take my time, exploring his mouth with my tongue and swallowing every sound. I love kissing him, and in some ways it’s more intimate to me than sex.
My eyes crack open a little, and I watch his face for a second before pulling back. Seeing his big gray eyes blink up at me in a daze makes something in my chest squeeze.
He’s beautiful. The emotion on his face is so raw and unfiltered, and seeing him like this makes me want to say something that feels way too big, too much.