Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“What?”
“You’re just fucking cute. I like sharing this with you. I’ve never dated someone who was into it.”
He crawls over, lowers me to my back, and wraps himself around me. “It would seem I’m a pretty good boyfriend when it comes to you.”
“The best.”
“Nap, please.” He nuzzles into my neck, and damned if I can hide my wide smile. Dating him is even better than I thought it would be.
“If you insist.”
Really, I’m tired too. We close our eyes and fall asleep right there on my floor together.
I don’t know how long we sleep, but I’m woken up with kisses along my shoulders, my chest, my throat.
“Can I blow you?” Anthony asks.
“Yes.” I cleaned up well enough for that earlier.
Anthony takes his time, working his mouth down my body. My dick is already hardening, and by the time he gets there, he only gives me a couple of strokes and then he’s sucking me into his mouth. I look down, watching him, admiring him, as he laves my cock with his tongue. It’s like he’s worshipping it, savoring it, and damned if it’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you…so beautiful. I’m the luckiest boyfriend in the world. Tell me that, Ant. I want to hear you say it.”
“No,” he replies, pulling off to pay attention to my balls.
“Please. Say it, sexy. Let me hear it. I want to see that pretty mouth of yours tell me how lucky I am.”
“Fuck,” he curses. I see it there, the want to say the words, but also his insecurity. He doesn’t think he’s a good boyfriend, but he is, he will be, and I’ll prove it to him.
“Please, little dancer. Do it for me. You look so hot when you talk to me like that. Let me see how good you can be for me.”
“You’re the luckiest boyfriend in the world,” he tells me before sinking down on my dick again. He uses his hand and mouth in unison, teasing my orgasm out of me in no time.
“Fuck, gonna give you a mouthful,” I warn, though I don’t think he wants to pull off, and he doesn’t. My thighs tighten, my hips jerking forward as I spill into his mouth. Anthony takes it all, seems to fucking savor it, and the second my balls are drained, I pull him to me for a kiss. We taste my load together the way we did earlier, and then he collapses on top of me, catching his breath. I run my fingers through his hair. “Tell me about your friendship with Donovan and Hayes.”
“You know how we met.”
“Not that part. The other stuff.”
So he does. Anthony tells me how Donovan contacted them both, wanting to get the three of them together, how it was a little awkward at first, especially because of Hayes being unsure about it, but somehow, they clicked. He talks about their sleepovers, the laughs they’ve shared, and how lucky he feels to have them. “I can’t even regret meeting Malcolm because if I never met him, I wouldn’t have them, and now that I do, I don’t know what I would do without them. They’re the family I never had.”
“I’m glad you have them now.” I kiss the top of his head.
We move on to talking about dance again and other random topics. Eventually, we jump in the shower together, get dressed, then make our way downstairs. We cook dinner, laughing and talking and simply enjoying each other’s company. He stays as long as he can, until he has to head home to get ready to go to Lush tonight.
“I’ll walk you out.” I take his hand.
“Such a gentleman.”
“Yep. I treat my boyfriend right.”
When we get to his car, I box him in, Anthony’s back against the door. It’s him who grabs my face and brings me in for a kiss. God, I could lose myself in the taste and feel of his mouth. He moans against my lips, my hands on his hips as I enjoy each moment with him. When he pulls back, he’s breathless and panting, which makes me smile.
“I wish I didn’t have to go.”
That’s a good sign, him saying that. “I wish you didn’t either. I’ll text you later.”
“Okay.” He presses one more kiss to my lips, and then I step away so he can get into the car. Anthony starts it, then rolls his window down. “Thanks…for today. It was a good day.”
“One of my favorites. And you don’t have anything to thank me for.”
I watch as he pulls out of the driveway, then wait until his taillights disappear.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Anthony
I’m in big, big trouble.
I like Kason…a whole lot. He’s good at making this feel real, which is hard because when I was with Malcolm, I thought it was real too. I missed the signs, or so I thought. More likely, I chose to ignore them. There’s a huge difference. Those signs aren’t there with Kason. I pay attention to everything, all the time. No red flags so far.