Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
The warm touch of his hands moved up and down my back. “Morning, gorgeous,” he murmured against my lips.
I didn’t take my lips off him long enough to do more than murmur, “Mmhm.”
We made out lazily until my dick was wide-awake and desperate for relief. The slight soreness in my ass from last night reminded me of how good it had felt to get fucked, especially knowing who was inside of me.
It was too good to be true, and I almost didn’t want to let myself even think about it. As if remembering it in glorious detail would somehow make it go away.
Despite our conversation the night before, I was under no delusions that Trace and I were beginning something. Not something lasting, anyway. Trace had too many reservations about us, and I… well, I had too many secrets I was keeping.
This was simply a chance to slake our mutual thirst and put to bed our curiosity.
Maybe it would ruin our relationship forever. If it did, I was kind of okay with that. Our relationship had already been shit. When Trace had moved to Legacy, I’d lost him as a friend. He was still a member of my family, but we no longer had a relationship like we’d had when I was younger.
For now, I had him all to myself. At least for a little while. I wouldn’t waste the opportunity.
My stomach tightened with need as I tried not to rut up against him. “Want you,” I confessed, hot and damp against the skin of his neck, where I was trying my hardest not to suck marks into him to leave visible proof of our time together.
“Fuck, baby.” The sound of his groan filled the warm space around us, still sleep-scented and cozy, tucked away where no one could see or hear us.
“What do you want?” I asked, moving a hand down to stroke his cock as I continued to suck gently on his skin. “My hand? Mouth? Ass?”
His cock jumped in my grip as he let out another groan. “Can’t think with your hands on me.”
I moved over him until our cocks pressed together, bringing my hand down to grab them both in a firm fist. Trace’s head tilted back on the pillow as his eyes squeezed closed. His little laugh lines deepened, and his mouth opened.
“Fuck.”
I wasn’t coordinated enough for this. Instead, I moved down his body, dragging my lips and tongue across his skin until my mouth reached the rosy tip of his cock.
Then I began teasing him with my tongue until my mouth tasted salty from his precum and the words coming from his throat were breathy and short. I couldn’t have liked the lyrics more if I’d written them myself.
Wolfe, fuck. Baby, please. Jesus fuck.
I sucked and licked with my mouth while rolling his balls in my palm and inhaling the scent of him deep into my lungs.
“Gonna make me come.” His fingers tightened in my hair, and he warned me again. “Wolfe!”
I stayed where I was, taking him as deep as I could before pulling off and letting his release land on my tongue. Trace’s choked-off cry made my own dick even harder.
I reached down to stroke it after fumbling for the lube still under one of the pillows. The slick grip of my fingers gave me an unexpected flash of what it would be like to fuck Trace, to thrust into his hot body and feel him squeeze around me.
That image was all it took to trigger my orgasm. My release came barreling down on me, stealing my breath and whiting out my vision.
Trace’s voice was hushed. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful like that.”
His fingers combed through my hair, petting and caressing my head as the aftershocks rolled over me. “I want to fuck you,” I croaked.
“Right now?”
I snorted and finally had the wherewithal to look at him. “No. Jesus. I just…” I let out a breath. “I want that, too. Sometime.”
Not that I thought we had much time, necessarily. But he had mentioned spending the whole day together, right?
His smile softened. “I want that, too. Soon.” Trace lifted his eyebrows. “But not that soon. I thought for a minute I was going to have to remind you how old I am.”
I lay on my back to keep the mess on my stomach from getting on the sheets. “You don’t have a five-second refractory period? Shame.”
“You joke, but it is a shame. If I did, I’d have to fight you for which one of us gets to top next.”
We eventually got up and took turns in my tiny shower cubicle while simultaneously brewing coffee for each of us. The image of him in there, all wet and soapy, made me wonder if it was possible for the two of us to squeeze in there together.