Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You eat a lot of sawdust, eh? That’s kinda gross, Milligan. Here. Try one more sawdust bite, but leave the frosting for me.”
I shoved the pastry at him, and Jake retaliated by nipping my thumb. I declared war and wrestled him onto the blanket, where we proceeded to roll from side to side in a halfhearted quest for dominance. I let him win and I told him so, which made him chuckle.
And God, I loved the sound of his laughter.
I stared up at Jake’s beautiful face, memorizing the faint lines at his eyes and the wide arc of his smile. I couldn’t remember ever hating him or thinking he was less than fucking perfect.
Perfect for me.
Jake lowered his face to mine and bit my lower lip. “Mine.”
“Yours.” We kissed, hot and greedy. Hands plucked at fabric as he lifted my shirt and covered me like a blanket. I arched into his hardness, hiking my legs around his ass and grinding.
“So good, baby. So good,” I moaned, tilting my neck to give him room to feast like a vampire. I slipped my fingers under his joggers and grabbed his ass, frustrated that I couldn’t seem to get close enough. “Fuck me, Jake.”
He froze, his breath coming in short and shallow. “Are you sure? I want to, but I’m nervous.”
“Positive. Make me yours for real.”
Jake sat up quickly and licked his lips. “Okay, yes, yes. Um…we’re not at home in bed which is less than ideal, but we can do this. I have lots of lube. We just have to stretch you open—”
“I’ve done it before.”
“What?”
“No, no…not the sex part. But I’ve tried a toy,” I admitted sheepishly. “You know…to see how it would feel.”
“Oh. So you had sex with a dildo.” He smiled in the dark as he pulled a bottle of lube from his bag.
“I wouldn’t put it like that. I just wanted to see if I’d like it.”
Jake wriggled out of his joggers and tugged at my sweats. “What was the verdict?”
“It was okay. Nothing like being in you. That’s…fucking heaven. I figured you were happy bottoming, and I was happy topping—”
“Shh. We’ll try something new…together.” He kissed my nose. “Turn over. Show me that ass.”
I obeyed, shivering slightly when he ghosted his thumb along my crease. It was a tease. It didn’t hurt, nor did it feel amazing. My cock didn’t approve. It basically tried to hide behind my balls and wait out the intrusion of his slick finger pushing into my channel. I groaned, but then he crooked a digit and massaged my prostate. Game changer.
Blood rushed to my dick in earnest. Every nudge of his finger sent a zing of pleasure through me. He added a second and third digit, pressing kisses on my shoulders as he used all my tricks on me. I was on my hands and knees now, my back arched, cock rock hard and drooling on the blanket.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s good. Stick it in, Jakey.”
Jake snickered and slapped my ass. Hard. “That’s not sexy. Lie down. I want to see you.”
I was feeling too gooey to protest. And though I knew he’d never done this, his don’t-fuck-with-me vibes were a turn-on. I spread my legs wide and welcomed him as he lined the thick head of his cock at my hole. We stared at each other, noses brushing, lips hovering…and nothing had ever felt more right or more real in my life.
I didn’t care if it hurt. This was Jake. This was us.
And okay…it did hurt and I thought about pushing him off me more than once, but I liked the way he took control. I liked the way he caged me between his arms, thrusting deeply as he sucked my tongue. I liked the way he whispered my name, “Mase, Mase, Mase,” and the way he stroked my shaft as he rolled his hips and told me I was fucking beautiful. Me.
This had to be what heaven looked like. A slice of ecstasy with the one person who could see inside your soul, sift through the good and bad, and still find you worthy. I felt worthy with him…like I belonged.
So of course I held on, clinging desperately to the last threads of the connection. But I wasn’t going to last. It was too much. Way too much.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”
Jake fucked me harder, faster. “Come.”
A tidal wave of pleasure pummeled me and held me under. I was aware of Jake moving, chasing his orgasm and bucking wildly. And then he was coming, and I could feel his release and sweet Jesus, I was in over my head, tumbling and falling…
And falling.
I was still falling after he pulled away. Still falling when he asked if I was okay, if he’d hurt me. Still falling when he wiped up the mess and unfurled the sleeping bag he’d brought. Still falling when he drew me into his arms, my head on his chest.