Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I took my time, teasing and torturing him—and really, myself, too—sliding my fingers in and out of him, then lubing up my cock and sliding it along the furrow of his ass with a roll of my hips, loving the feel of warm, slick skin against me, the anticipation of being inside him.
“Houston,” Cullen groaned, and I gripped my cock as it throbbed with need.
“Hang on, I need to get—”
“Fuck the condom. I want to feel you lose it inside me.”
Arousal surged through me, and I nodded mutely. I was negative and knew Cullen was tested regularly. I trusted him completely. I teased my cock over his tight entrance, then pushed inside, slowly filling him. My breath stuttered as his ass muscles clenched around me, and we both let out an appreciative moan at the same time.
I let him adjust to the stretch, then moved slower, deeper inside him, each stroke another breath of air in my lungs, another fresh wave of pleasure. My teeth clamped down on my lower lip, a growl escaping me as I pressed inside again. It was almost more than I could stand. Dropping a hand to his cock, I worked him with the same rhythm I was working his ass, hitting the sweet spots on him both inside and out until we were panting and grunting in filthy unison.
Cullen’s head dropped forward, the muscles in his arms quivering as they supported his weight. Waves of pleasure cascaded through me as he pushed back, meeting my thrusts, his cock thickening in my grip. I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him in my hands, surrounding my cock. Gripping him tighter, I fucked him harder, pulling him close to my chest and anchoring him there with an arm so I could stitch a line of kisses and bites along his shoulders and spine.
“Goddamn, Cullen,” I bit out as he slammed his hips back against me again, and then I lost all sense of rhythm, time, myself. The pleasure felt relentless, slamming into me over and over again, and I wasn’t sure who had cried out, or if maybe both of us did, but suddenly, everything was a crescendo of feeling. Heat on my hands as Cullen came. Heat in my veins as my orgasm surged forth and exploded inside him. Starlight danced behind my eyelids, and I found myself gasping at the full-body sensation as I came down.
We both collapsed in a sloppy heap on the bed, unable to move, unable to speak, just tangled up in each other until we came back to ourselves. Our eyes met, and Cullen’s lips twisted into a tired smile.
“Guess that counts as going out with a ‘bang.’ I don’t hate it.”
I burst into laughter and rolled over, pulling him into my arms. I wish I could say that the only thing I’d miss about Cullen was fucking him, but it was so much more.
So fucking much more.
“You could just stay here if management would let you. This place is pretty sweet. Prime location.” Cullen grabbed the mug of coffee I’d set out for him and hopped onto the kitchen counter as I glanced around the apartment. He was right. It was nice enough, just felt a little temporary. A lot of my life did lately.
“It’d definitely be easier. I guess I could ask.” I poured myself some coffee and hopped onto the counter beside him, eliciting a smile from Cullen. In front of us was a perfectly good kitchen island with stools, and beyond that a perfectly good table with chairs, but I liked sitting this way, our shoulders brushing together. It reminded me of college for some reason.
Cullen nudged me. “That didn’t sound enthusiastic. You’d rather find your own place, yeah? Pick something out tailored to you like your place in Denver?”
Denver. God, why did thinking about that fill me with longing? I hadn’t even been in LA that long. It was maddening because so far everything about LA was objectively great. Coach Grant had called earlier this morning saying that they were preparing to go ahead and offer me a contract for an additional three years, despite our loss in the playoffs. I was literally living my dream, and instead of being hyped, I was looking around at the blue-green art on the walls of the apartment and the sliver of ocean outside and wondering if it would ever feel like home the way Denver did.
“Yeah, I think I need to pick something out myself,” I hedged, returning my attention to Cullen. His blond hair was loose and messy from sleep, the curve of his mouth half-cocked, almost sly in a way that was just him. Naturally mischievous. I’d miss that. I’d miss a lot. “I’ve got an agent lined up to show me some stuff over the next couple of weeks. I need to call my Realtor back in Denver, too, about putting my place on the market. Unless…” I waggled my brows. “You wanna buy it? I’ll make you a good deal.”