Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I throw my head back. “Fuck. Yes. So much yes.”
He strokes lightly, as if testing it out, but I’m too keyed up for that. I wrap my fingers around his fist and give a hard pump. “I like a strong grip. Like in hockey.”
Whit laughs and lays his forehead on my shoulder. “I can’t believe you brought up hockey while my hand is on your dick.”
“Hockey is—”
He gives a firm stroke, and I almost black out.
“Is what?” he taunts.
“I was going to say life. Hockey is life, but I might have to change that to handjobs.”
Whit’s confidence grows as I squirm and mutter obscenities under my breath. He jerks me off, and I can’t remember a time where someone else’s hand has been this good.
When you’re a teenager, it’s all about the handjobs and maybe blowjobs if you’re lucky, but as an adult, it’s easy to bypass all that and go straight to penetrative sex.
Whit’s fingers are long, his palm big and strong. He encircles my dick with a grip that feels more solid than anyone else’s, even my own.
I’m on the edge with just a few strokes, and as I turn my head and meet his mismatched eyes, I find myself begging. “Please keep kissing me.”
I don’t have to ask him twice.
With his tongue in my mouth, and his hand on my dick, I come on a muffled cry. More cum joins his on my skin as my body uncoils and all the tension leaves me. His strokes continue until I’m completely wrung out, and I have to swat his hand away when it becomes too much.
Whit slumps, half on top of me, and then the reality sinks in that the moment’s over.
We lie in silence, breathing heavily, until Whit eventually chuckles against me.
“Oops?”
I smile. “Regret it?”
“Not one bit.”
16
Whit
“I could fall asleep,” I say against Rainn’s shoulder.
“First shared orgasm will do that.” Rainn’s deep, rumbling sex voice is sexy as fuck, but his words also make me realize something.
I lean up on my elbow. “Does this mean I’m only part virgin now?”
“You know, if you’d read more than a couple of pages of the articles I gave you, you might’ve found a whole article on what virginity really means versus what society deems it to be. It’s entirely up to you to determine what constitutes sex.” His hand moves slowly over my back.
I pull back. “You … you read those articles?”
Rainn turns his head and meets my eyes. “What, do you think I googled virginity stats, hit Print, and that was it? I had to make sure I wasn’t printing off shitty articles implying older virgins are all incels.”
“What’s an incel?”
“It stands for involuntarily celibate, usually due to having a horrible, misogynistic, and creepy personality. It’s not you.”
“Of course not. I’m delightful.”
“Sure you are.” Rainn wraps his arm around me.
It’s surreal to lie here pressed against his body. My head fits in the crook of his shoulder, and all the thinking about this, the wanting this, the fantasizing about how it would feel—it doesn’t compare to the intimacy of actually experiencing it.
We’re lying here sticky and mostly covered in cum, but I don’t want to move.
A part of me is waiting for him to say, “Totally straight. Thanks for playing.”
Though I don’t know if a totally straight guy would get off with another guy. He can’t still think he’s straight after that, right?
“Uh-oh,” he says, and I hold my breath.
“Uh-oh, what?”
“You’re overthinking. Stop it.”
I nudge him. “Am not.”
“You okay?”
“Better than okay.” If this had happened with an out-and-proud gay guy, I’d probably be worried he was done with me as well but for reasons unattached to his sexuality.
Doubt is normal after fooling around with someone, isn’t it?
“We should get cleaned up,” he says.
My arm tightens around him, but I force myself to pull it back. “Uh, okay. I can get going if you want me to.”
He rolls over to face me. “I don’t want you to, but I’m not going to hold you hostage if you need to go home. You work in the morning on the farm, don’t you?”
I groan. “I should go back to the farm tonight, but …” I don’t want to.
“Well, is there much difference between driving home now or setting your alarm to make it there in the morning?”
“I could leave it up to future me to be responsible.”
“That sounds like a completely foolproof plan that will definitely not backfire.” Rainn leans over and kisses me. “I don’t want to be selfish by asking you to get up early just so I can have more of you.”
“You can have as much of me as you want.”
“I like the sound of that.” Rainn gets out of bed and leaves the bedroom, smiling at me on his way out.
The shower starts in the bathroom, and I contemplate joining him, but that might be pushing things. I get out of bed and grab a tissue from a box sitting on the bookshelf under the window.