Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“We need to stop.” Maverick was panting like a horse after an all-out gallop. “I’m going to come in my pants.”
“What if I want that?” If making Maverick moan felt great, surely making him come would be an even bigger rush. And if it meant more kissing, that was also a win because kissing was better than I’d ever dreamed, especially this, kissing my best friend, the person I’d been through so much with. And in this instant, wanting to make Maverick come felt as natural as wanting to see him each day at school or hear his voice on the phone. “Maybe I want to make you come.”
“Colt.” Maverick groaned my name like it hurt. “Kissing practice is one thing. If our dicks get involved, that’s another level.”
“Your dick is already involved.” I rocked down toward his erection, a slight shift in position that let my dick ride his muscled thigh. I’d been hard since our tongues had first touched, another revelation. “So is mine.”
“You’re killing me.” Maverick rocked up to meet me, deliberately pressing into my dick. “Fuck. You weren’t kidding. You are hard.”
“See?” I pushed back down, and then we had a rhythm going of rocking and kissing some more, and all of a sudden, making Maverick come wasn’t my only goal. Maybe I could come too. Maybe we could come together. Maybe—
“Fuck.” Maverick broke away again with a curse. “We can’t make a mess in our pants. Yours are rented, and neither of us needs to return in the morning smelling like spooge.”
“You’re thinking too hard.” I groaned, then did some thinking of my own. “Take your clothes off.”
“You wanna get naked?” Mav sounded just this side of scandalized as he sat up. I did the same, but unlike him, I had a plan.
“Why not? No one around.” I fumbled behind us for the box where Maverick kept emergency supplies, only prudent in the Colorado backcountry, including a sleeping bag. I unrolled and unzipped it before spreading it out in the truck bed. I unzipped my pants next, noting Maverick’s sharp intake of breath. “I’m not nearly as buzzed as you think I am, but neither of us should drive yet.” In fact, all of the whiskey burn had left my chest, buzz replaced by this unmistakable need to make Maverick come. “Let’s get naked.”
I stopped to remove my boots, then finished stripping off my pants. I carefully laid my tux jacket aside, then unbuttoned my shirt. Once it was off, I flopped down on the sleeping bag, grinning up at Maverick, completely naked and caring only about him joining me as fast as possible.
“Fuck it.” Maverick started undressing with clumsy hands. Boots. Jacket. Shirt. Pants. Each item was one step closer to him joining me. He was slim with not as much muscle as me, but he had powerful thighs from the running he liked to do and decent bicep definition from the ranch chores his dad forced on him. His cock bobbed out in front of him. From this angle, it looked longer than mine. I couldn’t wait to hold it and find out. Maverick shook his head as he kneeled next to me. “You’re gonna regret it either way. Might as well go for it.”
“I’m not going to regret kissing you, Mav.” I pitched my voice as reassuring as I knew how. “I never knew I could feel this way. All that locker room talk, movies, books, none of it made sense to me before.”
“Maybe you just needed to kiss the right person?” Maverick gave an uncertain smile.
“Exactly.” I pulled him down next to me as we lay on our sides. “Kiss me again.”
Kissing was easy, like jumping into a pool at the perfect temperature, thrilling without being shocking. The more we kissed, the better we seemed to get at it too. Maverick loved when I got aggressive with my tongue or with sucking hard, so I did that more, drinking down his moans like swigs from the whiskey bottle. He moved his hand from clutching my upper arm to stroking my biceps and shoulder, tentative explorations that made me shudder.
I slid my hand down his side, making him shiver too. When I tugged on his hip, bringing our dicks into contact, we both moaned. Getting friction in this position was harder than when I’d been on top, but the light rub was enough to make pleasure coil in my belly. I wanted more, that urge to explore his dick getting stronger.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, voice shaky.
“I’m gonna explode if you do, but I can probably go again.” Tone braggy, Maverick arched toward me even before I reached down. “My record is like five in an evening. I was bored.”
“Are you bored now?” I took hold of his dick, light grip, seeing what it felt like to hold one that wasn’t mine.