Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“We should.”
“Yes, we should. And just to be clear, “sleepover” is code, right?”
Mitch threw his head back and laughed. “What kind of code?”
“Sex code,” I said in a raspier than normal voice.
Mitch’s hungry stare chased away the last of my demons. I ached to touch him…his hair, his lips, his throat. But I needed him to lead. I held my breath and waited for him to say something or do something.
He inclined his head and moved to his bed. He slipped his shoes off, fluffed his pillow, lay back, and patted the space next to him.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Uh…okay. Do you want me to take something off?” I asked, fumbling with my belt buckle.
“Start with your shoes.”
“Right.”
I kicked off my sneakers, then sank back on the pillow and stealthily leaned against him, so we were shoulder to shoulder. A new jolt of electricity sent a shockwave down my arm, through my chest, and landed squarely on my crotch. My dick swelled in my jeans.
I sucked in a deep breath and tried to relax. His hair and skin smelled delicious, like springtime rain and maybe strawberries. No, that was weird. Guys didn’t smell like strawberries. Maybe it was lotion. He must have just gotten out of the shower. I bent my head slightly and sniffed his T-shirt. I liked the contrast of his lean, toned muscles next to my bigger biceps. We looked good next to each other. Hot, even. When the corner of his mouth lifted in a slow, wicked grin, I met his gaze and gulped.
“You’re staring at me,” he said softly.
“I know. I want you so bad, but…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if I roll on top of you and kiss the fuck out of you.”
“I’d be okay with that. You look kind of intense right now. What if things go further than you wanted? Are you sure you—”
I grabbed his wrist and molded his palm over my throbbing cock. “I feel pretty sure. But maybe you should get on top and show me what to do.”
“I can do that. What do you want first? Should I suck you?”
I smiled at the challenge in his voice. He was testing me. And though I understood, I wanted to assure him there was no need for caution. I wasn’t going anywhere. My mind was open, and my body was more than willing.
“Do it,” I said in a low raspy voice as he unbuckled my belt. “And if you feel like riding my cock, I’m okay with that too, baby.”
Mitch stilled his hand and sat up suddenly. He scooted between my legs and motioned for me to unbutton my shirt. I obeyed, holding his gaze while he unzipped my jeans. He pushed the denim aside, revealing my impressive bulge in my precum-soaked black boxer briefs. He hummed his approval as he leaned back to stroke his shaft through his Pjs.
“You want to fuck me?” he purred.
My mouth instantly went dry. I licked my lips and nodded profusely. “Yeah, I do.”
He shivered in response and then pushed his pajama bottoms and briefs down and yanked his tee over his head. He motioned for me to get naked too, scooting sideways to give me room to maneuver. I sat up and shrugged my shirt off then lay back again to shuck my jeans down my legs. Mitch knelt in the middle of the bed to help me. I drank in the sight of his toned muscular body as he moved above me. And when he straddled my thighs, settling his bare ass over my painfully erect dick, I bit my lip and tried not to whimper.
I glanced up to meet his gaze and reached for his cock. He let out a sweet-sounding groan when I tightened my grip and stroked. Then I reached behind him and traced his crack. He wiggled at the featherlight contact and shifted so I could grab myself with my left hand while I worked him over with my right.
Mitch let me explore at my own pace for a while. His soft moans of approval gave me the confidence to squeeze harder and pick up the tempo. I brushed the precum from his slit down his length to use for lube. When that didn’t seem like enough, I let go of him and spit on my hand, then gripped him again and stroked a little harder.
“Is that okay? Or do you want me to use the real thing?”
He chuckled. “By ‘real thing,’ do you mean, use your mouth?”
I smacked his ass and gestured for him to slide up my chest. “Closer. Put your dick in my mouth.”
His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t ask questions. He scrambled close and set the tip of his cock on my bottom lip. I licked at the precum on his slit, then propped my head higher on the pillow and bent to suck him.