Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He shudders against me. “But … bed …”
“Think outside the box, Mr. Genius. You got supplies?”
“Supplies …”
“Lube. Condoms.” I cock my brow.
“Oh. Umm, in my drawer.” He points to his desk. “Might have ordered some when I bought the jock strap that now belongs to a frat house.” He glances away and blushes.
I don’t know if the hesitation coming from him is his usual nerves or something else. “You okay with me fucking you again?” I double-check.
He nods. Hard.
I lean in close to his ear. “Get naked.”
He moves fast but is still fumbling with his clothes when I come back with what I need.
Zach’s shirt is on the ground, his pants are around his ankles, but he’s still in his underwear, and I don’t think I’ve seen a nicer sight in a long time. If ever.
And I’m sure it has nothing to do with the giant Captain America shield logo on his bright blue briefs that plays into the whole nerd fantasy thing.
“Turn around,” I croak.
Zach looks confused.
I put the lube on his bedside table and physically spin him, then lift his hands to place them on the wall.
The groan that leaves me at the sight of his tight ass framed by his small briefs is feral and animalistic.
I run my hands down his sides and hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down his legs. “I can’t believe you thought I was even close to being done with you.”
“I-it m-might have been an e-error on my part.”
“The biggest.”
He steps out of his pants and underwear. “It’s not my fault I don’t understand dating.”
I stand and plaster myself to his back, nuzzling his neck. “Okay, I’ll take some of the blame for that. I forgot you’re new to this. Here’s a tip for future reference. If a guy isn’t interested in you, he won’t send check-in texts to see how you are even if you ignore most of them.”
Zach trembles and lets out a breathy, “Good to know. See, I’m learning.”
“Most guys won’t let you mark them with a hickey unless they’re already yours either.”
Zach pushes his ass against my erection which is still trapped behind my jeans. “So you’re saying I broke protocol?”
“I loved that you marked me, but now it’s my turn.” I suck hard on the junction between his shoulder and his neck.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
When I think I’ve done a good enough job, I release him. “There. That should keep any doubts away for at least a week.”
“And then?”
“Then I might have to do it again.” My arms go around him, holding him against me.
He squirms, his tight body demanding more. “F-foster …”
His needy voice does things to me. It makes me harder for him, and it settles something in my chest. The way he says my name makes me feel needed. Wanted.
I force myself to step away from him, despite his protesting whimper, and shed my clothes.
He stands completely still, his hands against the wall, his head turned so he can watch me over his shoulder.
Once I’m naked, I reach for my cock and give it a few strokes, knowing he’s watching.
Zach’s gaze tracks me as I reach for the lube. He grunts.
“Is that impatience I hear?” I tease.
He doesn’t answer me.
“Still with me?” I run a lubed finger down his ass crack and tease his tight ring of muscle.
“Uh-huh.”
His hole clenches and releases like he’s fighting the urge to tense up.
I continue to tease while I wait for him to relax and open for me before pushing my finger inside.
Zach breathes hard as I slowly stretch him.
I need to be inside him, but I don’t want to hurt him.
When he’s panting and begging for more, I add more lube. More fingers.
It’s obvious when I find the right spot and massage over his prostate because he starts taking control. He moves his hips, his ass taking my fingers deeper and harder. My needy cock leaks precum onto his left ass cheek while a full-body shiver runs through him.
“I’m ready,” he grits out.
He still feels so tight, but I trust him.
When I roll the condom on and line myself up, I make sure to enter him slowly.
His hole contracts around the head of my dick, and I see stars.
I grit my teeth as his heat surrounds my cock because it’s so tempting to slam inside him.
Keep moving slowly.
Keep breathing.
When I’m fully buried inside him, I cover his back with my body.
He’s the perfect size. Tall enough that I only have to bend slightly at the knees. Small enough that I can wrap my whole body around him.
“Move,” he begs.
“I want you to feel every inch of me,” I mumble in his ear. “How hard I am for you.” I reach around him and wrap my fingers around his cock. “What you do to me.”