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)
Rainn takes it, swallowing me down until my muscles uncoil and I sink into the uncomfortable back seat.
My head falls back against the window, and I take a moment to close my eyes and come down from that high.
Rainn shifts and moves my legs off the seat completely so he can sit opposite me. He palms his cock through his black jeans.
“Let me.” I half-heartedly lift my hand. “In a second.” I’m having trouble catching my breath.
He unzips his jeans and takes his cock out, stroking it teasingly with his large fingers. “It won’t take much. Do you know how hot it is watching you come?”
“About as hot as watching my cock disappear between your lips.”
Rainn continues to stroke. “Best make-up blowjob ever?” His voice is raspy, and precum leaks from his tip.
“Hmm, hard to tell.” I’ve finally recovered enough to sit up and lean over so I can return the favor. “We have to see if I can beat it.”
I use my tongue to lick over his slit and lick up that salty flavor left by the precum.
Rainn’s eyes track me as I lower my head. I contemplate teasing him like he did to me, but we don’t have much time.
We’ve been feeling our way through this whole sex thing, but I have to say, we’re getting good at it. So good, my mouth has a Pavlovian response to the thought of sucking Rainn’s cock and salivates. I’m getting decent at deep-throating too. Practice makes perfect.
I don’t even warm up before diving right in, swallowing him to almost his base.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
It’s really hard to smile with a cock in my mouth.
Rainn’s right when he says he’s close to coming already. His cock is hard and heavy in my mouth, and I taste more saltiness as I swallow. He’s thrusting hard, and I don’t even think he knows he’s doing it.
I wish he didn’t have to go back to work because I could do this all night. Or at least until my jaw got sore.
“Leighton.” Rainn comes on a harsh whisper, and I’ve never loved the sound of my name so much.
I swallow and keep sucking, waiting for his cock to stop erupting in my mouth.
When Rainn’s finally as relaxed as I am, I pull off him with a wet pop and wipe my mouth. His eyes are hooded, his lips curving in a relaxed and sated way, and his cheeks are a slight shade of pink.
“I figured out the punchline,” Rainn pants.
“I can’t wait to hear this.”
“A gay guy walks into a bar and asks the straight bartender to be his wingman. The bartender says, ‘How about we fall in love instead?’”
I frown. “That’s not very funny.”
“It could be. Aren’t most jokes funny because they’re true?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t have any dicks in it. You promised me dicks.”
Rainn laughs. “There’s only one dick you’re allowed, and it’s right here.” He cups his softening cock that’s still hanging out of his pants.
“Wait, I’m not even allowed my own?”
Rainn thinks about it. “Nope. That’s mine now.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to start getting all growly and possessive.”
“Start? I swear every time another guy so much as talked to you, I was so close to losing my head.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. I think.”
Rainn leans in and kisses my chest, right over my heart. “That belongs to me too.”
The way he’s being so open about it, he really is the guy I’ve been holding out for. Once I got over my own insecurities and allowed myself to be truly loved for the first time, I met Rainn.
No one else will ever compare.
That notion is scary, but if Rainn can face his fears of heartbreak, then so can I. I’ll face every single fear of mine if it means I can hold Rainn like I am right now.
For forever if he’ll have me.
29
Rainn
One Year Later
“I think you’ll be a perfect fit here.”
When I found out the camp director Coach tried to set me up with a year ago was looking for someone to coach this summer, I called him immediately.
TJ Beckett sounded mature and put together on the phone, so when I arrived for my interview, I was shocked to meet a guy around my age.
The camp he runs is a nonprofit, giving underprivileged kids who want to play hockey the chance to develop their skills and earn scholarships to colleges. It’s an amazing opportunity for them. And for me, if I decide to take it.
Maybury is about an hour south of Burlington, but it’s only twenty-seven minutes from Whit’s farm. Not a bad commute. Though, I’d have to finally have the balls to ask Whit to move in together.
This past year I’ve been working and going to Moo U in Burlington, and he’s been busy working on the farm expansion. It’s been easier to spend nights together since his house was finished, and we have the place to ourselves. It felt too weird staying in the main farmhouse with his parents.