Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Apparently, he was content to let me be the bossy one tonight, and I moaned my approval, sucking harder. Spit gathered in my mouth as we approached the inevitably sloppy finish line. Digging my hands into his thighs for leverage, I poured on everything I knew he liked until he groaned.
“Adler.” This time, my name was a warning, one I gladly welcomed, and I swallowed as his orgasm hit. And hit. He came so much that I had to swallow twice. His big body shuddered under my hands and his head fell back. Satisfaction swept through me, and I very nearly came right along with him. I held off, though, because I knew he’d appreciate my restraint.
“Come here.” He hauled me upright before opening his arms. “Lose the clothing.” We were back to him giving the orders, but I happily complied, shucking my pale-purple shirt and slim gray pants. On a practical level, being naked spared my clothes from a telltale come stain, but on a sensual level, I certainly loved the contrast of him half-dressed and me naked in his lap, especially when he whispered in my ear, “Believe you earned that reward.”
“I did.” I preened right up until he took hold of my cock and started jacking me. He knew exactly how to get me close without tipping me over, and I moaned. “No edging games.”
“Says the champion cocksucker who edged every last brain cell out through my dick a few minutes ago.”
“Fair.” I drank down the praise, letting it add to my pleasure. Truth be told, I did love the way he masterfully managed my orgasms. I groaned as he stroked me faster while nibbling on my neck. “Kiss me.”
He complied with a low growl, claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. Knowing he could taste himself was an added turn-on, especially when he moaned as well. He kissed me, stroked my cock, and held me close. I did my damnedest to draw my orgasm out, make myself wait for his command.
“You’re such a good boy,” he whispered against my lips.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Go on, now. You earned it.” He swallowed down my answering moan, tightening his grip on my torso and dick, jacking me hard and fast until I came with a choked cry. It wasn’t the first time he’d moved me to tears from orgasm, but the way he kissed me through it, murmuring sweet praise, and holding me close felt different, more emotionally charged.
I love you. The words were right there, trapped in my throat as the orgasm consumed me. I swallowed them back down, though, the realization almost too big, too scary to voice quite yet. Also, if he discounted the confession as me being come-drunk, I might weep for real. I could wait.
“I’m never going to get tired of this,” I said instead as I sagged against him.
“We’ll have to bronze this chair.” He chuckled warmly as he retrieved a small towel from the chair pocket. Funny how we did this often enough here that he kept supplies at the ready.
“We will.” I accepted the towel to sponge off my stomach after he wiped off his hands.
“Place could maybe do with some freshening, but the chair stays.” He used an offhand tone, but his eyes were serious, conveying a message. An invitation, even, the barest hint of future dreaming.
“If you want design ideas, I might know a guy.” Grinning, I stretched.
“I’m open to suggestions.” He gave a lazy yawn that turned into a sleepy kiss that turned into restarting the episode and us quietly cuddling. I fetched a blanket from the back of the couch, allowing us to get cozier. As we watched, I studied my cowboy, tough as leather, forged by mountains and canyons, marveling at how I’d gotten so lucky. I’d hoped, dreamed, and schemed, but I hadn’t thought he’d actually take the leap.
“You inspire me.” I played with his hand as the episode ended.
“Because I knew the answer to the Daily Double?” He frowned, voice still sounding tired, likely from a combination of the sex and the stress of the day.
“No, because you were brave and called your mom.” I kept coming back to that revelation. If he could let go of some of his bitterness, anyone could. “Not today, but sometime soon, I might call mine.”
“It’s not a competition. You do what’s right for you.” He squeezed me closer. “But if you call, be sure to share how much I liked the casserole recipes at the holidays.”
“I will.” I chuckled, appreciating the moment of lightness. Maybe I could start by bugging my older sister for more recipes, work up to tackling the whole family. “Like you said, parents are only human. Good. Bad. Flawed. And hey, all those trips to the carousel they put up with meant something.”
“Born to be a cowboy.” He gave me a fond kiss, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever been happier.