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)
I fed Mabel and, on a whim, stripped to my birthday suit. My poor cat meowed as if confused and possibly mortified on my behalf, but she was a judgy thing who didn’t know the first thing about tackling a tedious row of buttons.
When I opened my door for Ty a few minutes later, I knew I’d been right to trust my gut.
He gaped. “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“And you have too many clothes on.”
I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, hung it on a hook in the foyer, then entwined our fingers and led him to my room.
I’d folded the duvet aside, lit candles on my dresser and my nightstand for ambience, and left supplies on my pillow.
Ty’s gaze darted around the room, taking in the scene I’d set. “Am I being seduced?”
I chuckled. “If you have to ask, I’m not doing it very well.”
“Oh, you are.” He fixed me with an appreciative once-over as he deftly undressed.
How peculiar it was to be average in every way possible except my hair, and have someone like Ty look at me as if I were the sexiest human he’d ever set eyes on. I was tempted to snicker and point out my too-lean frame, my nonexistent body hair, and my puny biceps, but I was swimming in that look, hopelessly enchanted and wildly turned-on.
I slid my right hand down my chest and gripped my cock. “On the bed. I want to see you.”
Ty obeyed, crooking his finger in invitation. I straddled his torso and kissed my way south, nudging his erection with my chin. His precum streaked my cheek as I licked his balls and stroked his length.
“So good at that, baby. So fucking good.” He held my head still, flattening his feet as he thrust deep.
I relaxed my throat and let Ty take over. I gagged a couple of times, but I wasn’t ready to stop. I whimpered in protest when he pushed me away and rolled on top of me, fusing his lips to mine. He broke the kiss to hunt for the lube, and returned with slick fingers, stretching me open as he ravaged my mouth. There might have been a pause while he dealt with the condom. Then he was inside me, and my body and brain went on hiatus.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, gasping and moaning with each thrust. Ty had a habit of teasing my prostate with almost gentle nudges, igniting desire and coaxing it till it raged and reduced me to a desperate state.
I buried my nose in the crux of his shoulder, whimpering as he pistoned his hips, harder and faster, and—
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…ungh!” Ty pinned my hands above my head and bucked ferociously, sweat dripping from his brow onto mine.
I yanked free and reached for my cock. I wasn’t going to last. I was too close to nirvana, too close to the edge and—
Ty captured my hand and shook his head.
“No, no! I need to come,” I whined. “Please.”
“Shh. I’ll take care of you, baby.”
He kissed me, nibbling my lip as he pulled out, slithered down my body and swallowed my aching dick. The suction and velvety stroke of his talented tongue were too much. I didn’t have a chance to warn him. I just fell apart and floated away on a blissed-out cloud.
“Did I faint?” I asked, collapsing on Ty’s chest after we’d cleaned up. “I think I fainted.”
“You were kind of spacey.” Ty chuckled, threading his fingers through my hair and kissing my forehead. “But so was I. Still am. I can’t figure out why this is so much better with you.”
That was a rhetorical question so I let it go. I agreed, though…wholeheartedly. I was too good at overanalyzing and self-diagnosing, but I refused to do that now. Not with Ty. He’d be in Florida this time next year, and I’d be…well, maybe in New York City. I hadn’t decided yet. The future seemed daunting and this, right here, was a slice of heaven.
I was determined to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
CHAPTER 18
WALKER
The weeks leading up to the holidays flew by in the usual rush. I was so busy with classes that I was forced to shorten a few of my weekly segments and get creative. I did a bit where I strolled along Main Street and stopped students to ask about their favorite Smithton holiday pastime.
“Tobogganing on the hill by the Physics building.” We hadn’t had even a hint of snow yet, but…okay.
“Peppermint hot chocolate at Coffee Cave.” That was a good one.
“The tree-lighting ceremony.” Now we were talking.
Those interviews were practically cheating. Other than the occasional F-bomb, they edited themselves.
Robin wasn’t a fan, but he appreciated the break.
“I’m up to my eyeballs in astrophysics computations and calculations. And did I tell you my mother is planning a family jaunt to the mountains?” Robin wrinkled his nose in distaste. “She wants us to ski…on two thin planks of wood at top speed down treacherous inclines.”