Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“You gotta stop. I’m gonna come. I can’t—”
I hesitated. I wanted to make him come like that, but I wanted to fuck him more, so I pulled back.
He stared at me, eyes wide. “You really hadn’t… done that before?”
I shook my head, lips tingling, and he sighed.
“You are so fucking hot.”
“You still want me to fuck you?”
His whole body shivered. “God, yes. Please.”
He rolled over, digging through the nightstand. He tossed me lube and a condom and shoved the covers down. I helped him kick them to the foot of the bed, then he spread his legs and stroked himself. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve already waited too long.”
I wanted to fuck him right then, but I also wanted to take my time. My hands were shaking.
“You have done this before, haven’t you?” he asked.
“Yes. But I’ve never had the chance to enjoy it. Not like this.”
“Never?”
“Even after the Marines, I was still hiding. But with you… I can’t hide anymore.”
“I’m glad.”
No one had ever looked at me the way Jeremy did, like being touched by me was a privilege. Most of the guys I’d been with probably wouldn’t have cared if it had been someone else. But Jeremy wanted me.
“Now. Please.” His voice was raw, desperate. I wrapped a hand around his cock, and he bucked into it. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to. I’m going to give you exactly what you want. I’m going to watch you come.”
“You’re amazing,” he panted. “So fucking real.”
I froze. “I’m not. I’ve been faking everything. Pretending to be brave. Pretending to be straight.”
Jeremy shook his head. “You had reasons. But the real you—the one I see—is open, trusting, honorable.”
How the hell did he see something in me I couldn’t even find myself?
Jeremy
I reached up and traced Connor’s cheekbone. “Don’t hold back on me this time,” I said, my voice lower, surer than I felt. “I want you to say all the things, do all the things you didn’t the other night. I want you to be fully here with me.”
He stared at me, his gaze soft but weighted. “I was there before, when you… I wanted to tell you, but I was trapped inside myself. I let fear win. But you… You were perfect.”
I tugged him down to kiss him. God, I needed him. “There’ll be time for us to explore each other, lots of time,” I whispered against his lips. “But right now I need you. This is kind of new for me too.”
His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Well, not new really—just unusual. It’s been a long time since I bottomed.”
His eyes widened. I could tell he hadn’t expected that. Most people took one look at me and made assumptions.
“If you don’t want—” he started.
“No! The thing is, I love to be fucked, but I don’t trust easily, and I won’t let anyone inside me if I don’t trust them.”
“But with me…” He gave me that look again—the one that said he didn’t know how to take praise. It broke my heart and made me ache for him all at once.
“I trust you, Connor. I don’t know why. I just do.”
He kissed me again, softer this time. “Thank you. I know I hurt you yesterday. I’m going to try not to do that again. I can’t promise I’ll get it right, but I’ll go as slow as you need me to.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to be too gentle. I love the power in you, the aggression, the hunger I see on your face when you look at me.”
His face flushed, jaw tense. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” I urged him on, my voice dropping lower. “I want you to fuck me. Do you understand? You’ve wanted a man like this—one who’s all yours, no reason to rush. Make that wish come true.”
He looked stunned, vulnerable. “I’ve never even been fully naked in bed with anyone.”
“Then we have a lot of catching up to do,” I said, though the ache in my chest wasn’t only for his past. It was for me, too—for the honor of being his first real taste of this kind of freedom.
I watched him grab the lube, watched as he slicked his fingers and circled my entrance. I groaned, my body already greedy for him. When he pushed in just a little, I tried to rock back, but he steadied me with one hand on my hip.
He teased me for a few seconds that felt like a lifetime before pushing a finger, then a second, inside. He moved slowly, deliberately, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Eager, aren’t you?” he asked with a smirk.
“Fuck, yes,” I panted. “I can’t wait.”
“You have a very dirty mouth, professor.”
“Yes, I fucking do, and it’s going to get worse if you don’t put your cock in my ass right fucking now.”
He laughed—God, that laugh—and it only made the need in me spike.