Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I might not have been ready to be touched, but I wanted to touch him more than anything. And now I wanted quite a bit more.
“Roll over and face me.”
He started to move.
“Wait. First, turn on the light.”
There was no hesitancy. He stretched for the lamp, flicked it on, then rolled over, his eyes locked with mine.
“There you are,” I said, smiling at him as I threw back the covers before I took him in hand and stroked him from balls to head.
His moan was long and filthy, and his eyes closed as he arched against me, entirely focused on what his body wanted and needed.
The surge of arousal was so welcome, nearly overwhelming, and I was glad he couldn’t see as more tears rolled down my cheeks.
Everything worked. Everything was aligned. The relief was like a weight lifting off my chest. But really, it all made sense. This was Colton. This was the man who had been my mentor, best friend, champion, my singular source of comfort, kindness, sounding board, and the one who could hear the smallest nuance in my voice, see a flicker of dread or happiness, and always, always follow where I was going. He could tell when I was hungry or sad, and be perceptive enough to change what was expected of him to give me what I needed. He was extraordinary.
“Hey, can you open your eyes and look at me?”
It was the best thing ever. His eyes were deep, dark burnished gold, his pupils huge. “Can I kiss you? Will you let me kiss your lips?”
“Yes,” came the hoarse whisper. “Please.”
“Will you let me put your dick in my mouth?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
The cry that came out of his chest was both heartbreaking and hot.
Surging forward, I took his mouth in a mauling kiss, grinding my lips down over his, tasting and licking, biting gently, before rolling him to his back. My tongue rubbed over his, tangled, coaxed, finally sucking until I got the whimper I was after. His hands on the sides of my neck held me still as I devoured him. Clearly, he didn’t want to be parted.
When I broke the kiss, there was a litany of pleading, the word no repeated over and over.
“Kiss me some more,” he said, panting.
I moved then, kissing my way down his chest, licking and nibbling each nipple, taking my time, loving the twinges of pleasure I was causing, and then moving lower, over those glorious abs, my hands mapping skin I never thought I would be allowed to touch. When I took the thickened length in my hand, my name came out garbled and low. He wanted me so badly, and I reveled in that feeling. Colton Gates, the best man I knew, wanted me. How amazing was that?
I had no idea what he thought it would be, but me, running my tongue from balls to head once, then again, before taking him down the back of my throat in one long, seamless glide was probably not what he had imagined.
“Holy fuck, Pax!”
He was loud, and I loved it. I wanted to howl with happiness because the power was mine to cause the roughened breathing, to see how hard he was holding on to the headboard, straining as I licked and laved, then sucked hard, remembering how good I was at this, how much I loved giving. My joy had been stripped from me, but not anymore, not ever again. This was Colton, and I wanted him desperately.
I had missed so much, made excuses for his need to constantly touch me, and for mine to do the same. We were always together, so much more than needed, finishing sentences, asking questions with a single glance, and more than anything, our lives utterly entwined. People saw us, remarked on the closeness, and still, we didn’t see. But now, in bed, there was no more hiding. I saw him plainly, and since he’d basically been walking around for the past five years, belonging to me, I would make my intentions known.
“I can’t—Pax! Honey, you have to—holy God.”
I smiled around his cock as he nearly roared the roof down, and then I concentrated on swallowing and keeping the suction fierce as he palmed the back of my head and made sure that my mouth would not be separated from his dick. He pushed hard against the back of my throat, and my name was beautiful as it tumbled from his lips.
When he was finally replete and happy, the aftershocks rolling through him, making him twitch and tremble, he lifted his head, and still panting, met my gaze. Suddenly he jolted so hard, his hand released me and his softening cock slipped from my mouth, a long string of saliva stretched between my bottom lip and the head.
“Ohmygod,” he rasped, “I was holding on to you and—” His eyes searched mine, wild and terrified. “Please don’t run from—”