Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Well…no.” I furrowed my brow. “I’m not explaining this well. I enjoy all sorts of restaurants, boutiques, etcetera. However, I rarely go out on my own just for the heck of it. I’m usually working, and even if I’m not, I’m treated more like a food critic they want to impress than someone who’s dining out just to grab a bite to eat. I can’t complain, but—”
“You’re doing it wrong,” Ty chided.
“What do you mean?”
“Hockey players get the red-carpet treatment too, you know. Free meals, free coffees, milkshakes and fries on the house. It’s how the community thanks us for representing the town. Sweet, right? It’s the same for you. What’s New, Smithton? represents Smithton, but you still get to be you, Red. This is your final year of college. You’re allowed to have fun, you know. Go to the parties, get shitfaced, have all the sex and—” He growled, knitting his forehead fiercely. “Never mind that last one. I don’t think you should have sex with anyone else. Just me. Unless…you want to.”
“I don’t.”
Ty met my gaze, tipping his chin and smiling almost…shyly. “Good. Me either. But that wasn’t what I was talking about.”
“What are you talking about?”
He froze for a beat, his eyes blown wide as his nostrils flared. “I think we should go out. Together. We could get pizza or something like that. If you want.”
I didn’t respond right away. I had a feeling I knew what he was saying, but it wasn’t what we were supposed to be doing. “Are you…asking me…on a date?”
Ty’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He rolled his eyes, scoffed, and made a small production of studying the colorful mugs on the open shelf above the sink. I half expected him to jump up, suddenly anxious to get to Gus’s party and to strike the past five minutes of conversation from the record.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” he said. “Casually, though.”
I pursed my lips. “As opposed to formally?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s the difference? Attire or expectation or—”
“It’s pizza, Red. Are you in?”
“Don’t call me Red.”
Ty chuckled. “Carrot Top? Ginger? Red Comet? Red Rocket?”
“You’re terrible at nicknames.”
“I used to think I was clever, but maybe I’m losing my touch.” He leaned forward and slid his palm to my upper thigh. “Am I?”
God, no. Not at all.
I set my hand over Ty’s and guided it to my crotch. He squeezed my semi through my pajamas, licking his lips like a hungry wolf.
“Fuck, I want you.”
He tugged my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. I was a perfectly normal height for an average man, but Ty was a ginormous tattooed muscular beast. I felt small in his arms, and yet somehow…powerful. Even in a Hello Kitty sweatshirt.
Ty fondled my cock through the flimsy cotton and pressed light kisses on my neck. He found my mouth, gliding his tongue alongside mine as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and stroked me. I thought about removing his shirt, but we’d get there eventually and this was so nice. I loved the way he kissed—so thorough, so greedy. I loved the scrape of his beard and the low rumbling groan I could feel in my toes.
He released me with a light push to stand between his open legs. In the blink of an eye, my PJ bottoms and boxer briefs were at my ankles and my sweatshirt was halfway across the room. I was naked in front of him, my erection standing at attention. He gripped my length, jerking my cock with lazy pulls.
My tongue felt too heavy for my mouth. I was mesmerized and oversensitized. And just as I was about to suggest taking this upstairs, Ty bent to lick my slit and suck me to the root.
“Oh! Oh, yes,” I gasped.
He bobbed his head, teasing my balls and ghosting his thumb at my crease. He came at me from all angles, reducing me to a needy puddle of goo with touch and taste. And then…he stopped, charged to his feet and slammed his mouth over mine, turning up the intensity by a thousand degrees.
I helped him fumble with his belt buckle and his shirt, raking my fingernails down his sides as I nibbled his bottom lip. Ty walked us backward to the counter, digging a packet of lube and a condom from his pocket.
“Turn around.”
I obeyed, closing my eyes at the intrusion of slick fingers. One, two…the tip of a third. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I didn’t need that. “Do it. Fuck me.”
Ty held my hips with rough hands and thrust inside. He wasn’t so gentle anymore. It was a hard and frenzied ride. I white-knuckled the counter, clinging for purchase as he drove into me, his balls tapping my ass again and again.
His belt buckle clanged against the floor in time with our labored breathing. When his hands drifted to my waist and one dipped to my cock, I knew that was it for me.