Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Stop pushing me,” she grumbles.
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not.”
As soon as she’s gone, I turn to Damon.
“Dishes?” he asks.
“Later. Or never. I’m okay with either of those options.”
He smirks and stands from his small dining table, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Wordlessly, we walk—okay, practically run—for the bedroom.
Damon spins in time for me to tackle him onto the bed, and we land with an oomph. “Someone’s eager,” he says against my lips which are trying to attack him.
“Yeah, I am. Been thinking about this all day at work. Do you know how hard … er difficult it is to hide a hard-on in work pants? Every time Stacy told me to get her something, I told her to fuck off.”
“She probably didn’t notice a difference in your attitude.”
“True.”
Damon cradles my face, and his thumb trails my jaw. “Maddy … if you’re not sure about this or have doubts—”
“I don’t. I want this.”
“I was going to say if you are you can fuck me instead.”
I pull back. “But you don’t …”
“I don’t never do it. I just prefer not to. It’s hard for me to come that way.”
“I won’t make you do something you don’t get off on. And I’ve been preparing for this.”
“Preparing?”
“I’ve watched a lot of gay porn this week when you haven’t come home until late. At first, I was all How does that not fucking hurt? but they seem to enjoy it. I want to try it.”
“Seriously, had you not blown me earlier, I could’ve come in my pants right now.” He kisses my neck. “So hot,” he murmurs. “But so you know, porn can be misleading. They generally edit out the prepping part.”
He pulls me down and then rolls on top of me. In charge and in control—this is the Damon that turns me on.
I try to lift his shirt up and over his head, but he refuses to let my lips go.
“We have to go slow,” Damon says. “I want to make it good for you.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t get naked.”
“Yeah, it does. I need restraint, because fuck, all I want to do is bury myself in you.”
“So, do it.”
Damon starts by undressing me agonizingly slow and kissing every inch of my skin. Open, wet kisses go from my collarbone to my nipples and down my stomach. He purposefully avoids my cock as he takes my pants off, and a tortured noise gets stuck in the back of my throat.
I want to fucking cry when he leaves the bed. “Where are you going?”
“I have an idea.” He wanders over to his closet and starts rummaging through the bottom.
“Is it your turn to look for a tie?” I quip.
“Nope, but I did remember something Noah gave me not that long ago. I was being a miserable asshole, so he threw it at me and told me to go fuck myself. Literally.” He pulls out an unopened box. “I never used it.”
“A dildo?” I ask, my voice pitching high.
“It’s smaller than me but bigger than my fingers. It’ll be better for, uh, stretching you.”
A nervous laugh escapes. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“We don’t have to. Just figure it’d be less painful for you.”
I shrug. “What’s that old saying, in for a penny, in for a pound? Get it? In for a pound. See what I did there?”
Damon shakes his head. “You’re a dork.”
“But I’m your dork.”
Damon’s reaction is exactly what I’m hoping for. The heated stare he gives me when we’re in bed makes me wonder why I’ve never done the relationship thing before—other than with Chastity. It was different with her, because everything was about her. There was no leverage; no equal balance. This thing between Damon and me makes me understand what Mom meant when she always used to talk about giving up her dreams to be with Dad. I still want to travel, but right now none of that matters. Being with Damon is more important.
Why explore the rest of the world when the person who makes it go ’round is the man standing in front of me?
That’d be totally romantic to say aloud if Damon wasn’t holding a silicone dildo ready to shove in my ass right about now.
Damon throws it on the bed and moves to the bedside table for lube and condoms. Then he reaches back and removes his shirt.
“Finally, we get to the good part,” I say. When he drops his pants and boxers and steps out of them, I sit up and take his hard cock in my hand. As I go to wrap my mouth around it, he stops me.
“I’ve already had that pleasure tonight. This is about you.” He pushes me down on my back and lands beside me, pulling my hip toward him so we’re facing each other on our sides.
Warmth spreads along our naked skin. His mouth covers mine, and our tongues tangle as a callused hand runs down my back. Even years after his baseball career ended, he still has rough hands. I can’t hold back the moan when his finger slips into my crease and presses against my hole. Ever since I told him I was into ass play, he goes there every chance he gets. I half-suspect he’s been preparing me for this—easing me into the idea. I now crave the pressure there, and when he hits that spot inside me, I swear sex has never been that awesome. But it’ll be different this time. More.