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)
The moment is broken, and Rainn buries his head in my shoulder and laughs with me. “Your name is really unfortunate.”
“You could call me Leighton.”
He lifts his head, those bright blue eyes on mine. “Really?”
I cup his face, my thumb running along his permanent five-o’clock shadow. “The most important people in my life do.”
“Leighton …”
I lift my head and kiss him softly, turning what was supposed to be a quick hookup into a declaration of something so much more.
That doesn’t last long, though. Especially when his hips move again, rocking into me, and he says, “I need you,” in my ear.
I try to get my hand between us so I can undo his jeans, but he’s too pressed against me.
He lifts up but hits his head on the roof. “Ow.” He laughs and rubs the back of his head.
“You couldn’t have got a bigger car?”
“My top priority was something that won’t break down.”
I roll onto my side to try to climb on top of him but accidentally push Rainn into the footwell.
“Fuck,” he hisses. He tries to get back up on the seat but fails. “I think we’re both too uncoordinated for this.”
“No. We’re hockey players. We’re super coordinated. We just have to …” I shift. Nope, that won’t work. “Hang on.” I sit up so my back is against the door, and I spread my legs. “There. Climb up here.”
“We don’t have to do this now. As soon as I finish work, we can go back to my place.”
“We have to do it now. Make-up sex is supposed to be the best, and I’m going to be pissed off if it turns out society is lying about that too.”
“What else has society lied about?” Rainn manages to get back up on the seat, where his head is right above my crotch.
“That straight guys only cause gay guys heartache.” I run my hand through his hair. “That queer bars are flamboyant and over-the-top.”
Rainn’s eyes flutter shut. “Mmm. It’s a shame Tanner didn’t make me wear boy shorts and no shirt during my shift. Imagine the tips. I could’ve got a bigger car.”
“No one gets to see that but me.”
He lifts his head. “You want me to wear boy shorts?”
That image is actually hot. “Definitely.”
Rainn’s hand sneaks up my shirt and over my abs. “We may not be able to manage make-up sex in here, but I’m in the perfect spot for a make-up blowjob.”
“Is that a thing?”
“I’m making it a thing.”
Rainn lifts my shirt and runs his tongue from my belly button to the waistband of my jeans while he undoes the button and zipper.
I shift to help him lower my jeans and underwear enough for my cock to be free, but he continues to kiss and lick all over me, purposefully avoiding my dick, and I squirm in frustration.
“I don’t think you have time for teasing.”
“Mm, true.” He kisses my hip. “I need to get back to work, eventually.”
Yet, he doesn’t move any faster. He doesn’t go near my cock.
“Rainn,” I whine.
He chuckles. “I’m trying to show your body how much I’ve missed it.”
“Mind showing my dick?”
Rainn full-on laughs now. “I guess I can be nice.”
His gaze flicks up to mine as he finally lowers his head and gives me exactly what I want. He closes his mouth over the head of my cock, sending a shock wave of tingles through my body, all the while not taking his eyes off mine.
I suck in a sharp breath and forget to release it. With the way he’s staring at me, I’m locked in place.
Rainn makes jokes about being able to give the worst blowjobs, and I wouldn’t know because I have no comparison material, but I don’t need experience to know no one else would compare.
Nothing compares to Rainn, and I’m certain nothing ever will.
It’s not about the blowjob or the way he swirls his tongue over the head of my cock. It’s not about the orgasm building. It’s the way he takes care of me, the way he concentrates on my pleasure and what I want. It’s the selfless act of giving because he wants me to fall apart for him.
He wants me to let go.
Rainn breaks eye contact and focuses on taking me deeper.
My hand flies to the front seat and holds tight. “Fuck. That’s so good.”
He responds by sucking harder. He’s so eager and enthusiastic, it’s hard to believe I’m the only guy he’s done this with. He sucks me all the way down until my breaths come out in wispy pants, and I’m shuddering all over. His loud slurps and grunts drive me closer and closer to the edge until I’m making lewd noises of my own, and I can’t hold back anymore.
My free hand weaves into Rainn’s dark hair while I release into his mouth and try to control my hips as they thrust freely, chasing to draw out my orgasm.