Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Focusing on me.
Drawing attention away from himself, again.
He lathered up more and slid his fingers between my ass cheeks, and as he washed me there my cock started to harden again involuntarily.
I felt him move behind me and a moment later, there was a hot, slick pressure on my hole.
It was his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, my cock throbbing in response. “Christ, Gray, I don’t understand you.”
His tongue lapped against me. I wasn’t hypnotized, I was goddamn intoxicated.
“What’s not to understand?”
“You act all pissed off at me, then you feel this fucking good. You can’t act surprised when I want more from you.”
He hummed. “Trust me, Peach, I’m not surprised about that.”
I groaned as I felt him push his tongue in, just a little, then take it away.
“Teasing me.”
“Good.”
He stood up behind me again, wrapping one arm around my chest.
He pinched my nipple, and at the same time, I felt one finger press into my hole from behind.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
He pushed the finger deeper as he pinched my nipple harder, the twin sensation driving me absolutely insane.
His lips pressed against the side of my neck as he sucked a slow kiss there. I was completely wrapped in his body and I swore I could have come just from this if I put my hand around my cock for even a moment.
Slowly, he slid his finger out, took away his touch, and left me deprived and desperate all over again.
I turned around to face him, my cock standing in front of me, thick and throbbing and absolutely aching for him.
The droplets of water collecting on his dark lashes.
Wet hair clinging to the edges of his face.
I craved him like a drug. I reached for the vanilla body wash, lathering him up like he had for me. I wanted to return the favor, massaging him and making him feel that relaxed.
But my impulse control wasn’t really good right now.
After a few moments, my hands were already sliding downward, gripping the base of his cock and squeezing him there.
“You’re big,” I said, the words spilling out even though I wished I could hide it.
“Indimidated?”
I gripped him harder. “No. I’m not intimidated. I want your cock inside me, and you already know that, and you’re probably going to fucking torture me with that for the rest of the semester.”
I was saying too much, all over again.
He stepped under the water, rinsing off completely after I took away my grip.
He was quiet for a moment before turning off the shower, looking back up at me.
“In the bedroom,” he finally told me as he stepped out, handing me a towel. “Put your hands up against the wall.”
CHAPTER 8
GRAY
I was used to not wanting to feel anything.
I’d lived a lifetime of numbing myself out. Ignoring emotion. Pretending I felt nothing for so long that it actually started to become true.
But the look in Andrew’s eyes when he’d seen the police cars surrounding his frat house was heartbreaking.
He felt bad for his friends.
Not for himself.
Not for the massive burden he carried, being in the public eye.
I’d realized that Andrew Peachel actually cared about others more than himself, which I wouldn’t have thought possible for a guy whose ego was bigger than the state of Tennessee.
I’d also seen the look in his eyes when I let slip that my mom had died recently. He was worried about me, even though there was no reason for it.
And that same strange feeling had crept back inside me, murky and unfamiliar.
Someone cared about me.
Something inside this big, gorgeous, dripping wet football player was making him care about me, which was something no person should ever do.
And I didn’t like it.
Hated it, actually.
“One time,” I said, stepping over toward him. “Whatever happens tonight is only going to happen one time. You realize that?”
“Sure thing, Gilman.”
I groaned as I saw a flash of a smile cross his face.
“You really think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” I said softly.
“The opposite, actually. I want to figure out more.”
“Good luck with that.”
“I will, eventually.”
I hummed. “You’re going to figure out more about my cock.”
“How romantic,” he said.
“I said go put your hands up on the wall,” I told him, raising my eyebrows. “Go do it. Unless you don’t want to get fucked?”
I glanced down at his cock, which was hard and dripping. He reached down and gave the base a quick squeeze, then turned around, heading toward the wall.
“You can have as big of an ego as you want, Gray,” he said. “I thought you were a bad person, but honestly, I don’t believe that anymore.”
My raw desire for Andrew was like a bright, hard light shining right through the cracks in the walls I’d put up inside me long ago.
Andrew feeling any emotion about me was bound to be bad, but goddamn it, it also made me like him more, too.