Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
While Donovan has been vocal about things like being mostly a bottom, I’ve always known that hooking up often has never been something Donovan was into. I never knew how much he really liked sex, but if how much we come together is any indication, he really loves it…at least with me.
Being married is fucking great. If I’d known it could be this much fun, maybe I would have done it earlier, but then, being married to anyone else wouldn’t be the same.
Donovan is at work today, and I’m sitting at home, bored again. I go into his room and tug the sheets off the bed—they’re a cummy mess—and throw them into the washer. We’ve been sleeping in his room every night. Not that sleeping in the same bed is anything new. We used to do it when we were kids, and now we’re doing it when we’re married.
I head back into the living room with my laptop and start a search for jobs. I’ve been looking up possible positions every day, but the ones I’ve called haven’t been interested in even talking to me because of my broken ankle. I understand why, but I also can’t help feeling restless. I miss being busy, and I don’t ever want to feel like I’m taking advantage of Donovan.
Sometimes I wish I were more like him. I love what I do, but landscaping isn’t the same for me as nursing is for him. He’s been at the same hospital since he got out of nursing school, while I’ve bounced around from job to job. I want…I don’t know, to be more than the grunt man who follows orders. It’s partly why I took the job with Cliff. I knew he would give me more responsibility because, well, because he’s a lazy asshole, and he did, but it still felt the same as just working for someone. I’ve considered trying to open my own business, but as cool as it would be, I quickly squashed that idea. I wouldn’t be smart enough for that.
I manage to keep busy all day, probably because I get more anxious the later it gets. Rylan got us tickets to his preseason game tonight, and it feels like forever since we’ve gone out with our friends, and…wow, how do I sound so married already?
As soon as Donovan comes through the door, I’m grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hallway.
“I waited for you before I took a shower.”
“We’ve never taken a shower together before,” he says, but comes with me easily.
“There are lots of things we haven’t done together until recently.” I turn on the water. “Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I think we should try blowjobs.”
Donovan has been insistent about us taking it slow. He’s afraid I might panic at any moment. It’s weird not having him trust me about something, but I also understand where it comes from. He’s so anxious about potentially taking advantage of me or the situation, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ll prove to him this is what I want, though.
“Okay. Like now? Because shower BJs aren’t always as hot as they sound.”
I tug my shirt off. “No. After the game.”
“Um…yeah. If that’s what you want, we can do that.”
“Unless I’m sucking myself, it has to be something you want too.”
He chuckles, making me relax in relief that he’s not going to oppose this. “Good point. I like blowjobs.”
“You like blowjobs? Don’t sound too excited.” I start to unbutton my shorts, but Donovan smacks my hands away and does it for me. We both have this thing where we like to take care of each other. It would be sickening if we weren’t so cute.
“I am excited. I get to be the first dick that’s ever been in your mouth and the first guy to suck yours. Sit down.”
I do as he says, sitting on the closed toilet while he kneels in front of me and starts taking off my boot.
I moan in pleasure because I’m so fucking over that thing, I would set it on fire if I could. Once he has it off, he dances his fingertips over my injury. “Poor baby.”
“I’m feeling pretty lucky right now.”
Donovan rolls his eyes. He always thinks I’m joking, and in a way I guess I am, but I’m also not. If I hadn’t broken my ankle, would I be here with him, doing all these things?
“Hips up.”
Again, I obey because who doesn’t like to be taken care of?
Donovan tugs the rest of my clothes off, and I’ve clearly got a half stiffy. We’re getting naked together and talking about sucking dick, so it would be impossible not to.
He takes off his clothes next, and his dick is in the same shape as mine.
“Should we jerk off together real quick?” I ask.