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)
I pull out an inch or two and thrust back in.
He makes a desperate sound that’s a cross between a grunt and a plea for more.
I stroke him in time with my thrusts, whispering claiming words in his ear and making sure he knows I mean it when I say this isn’t over.
We are nowhere near done.
“I want more of you. All of you.”
“H-have me.” His voice is shaky. “Take me.”
“You want it harder?”
“Please.”
Who am I to deny Zach anything he wants?
I straighten up and test it out, seeing how he responds to a little speed.
His moans fill the space and urge me to go deeper. Harder.
Sweat runs down my face and chest, making my hair stick to my forehead.
“Fuck, Zach.”
At his name, he stiffens, and his ass tightens around my cock so hard I almost pass out.
Warmth fills my hand as he comes, but I don’t slow down.
I’m so close.
I thrust one more time, reaching the point of no return, and then I’m coming hard, shuddering and convulsing inside him while my cum fills the condom.
I pull him off the wall and hold him from behind, as my cock slips out of him.
He’s just as sweaty as I am.
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
“Holy shit good, or …”
“So good. I can’t even think of words good. More than good. The first time was good. This was …”
“Really good?”
“Good good.”
I chuckle against the back of his neck. “You ever say a word so many times it loses all meaning? I think we can add good to that list.”
“Okay,” he says sleepily. He’s loose in my arms, covered in cum, yet neither of us makes a move to fix that.
“Maybe we should shower and then head back to my place,” I say.
“My shower sucks. It’ll only fit one of us at a time.”
“Damn. You go first.”
Zach disappears into his small bathroom while I take care of the condom and throw it in his trash.
When he comes back out a few minutes later with his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist, my cock twitches.
He eyes it. “Really?”
I shrug. “You’re cute when you’re all wet.”
“I don’t know if I can go another round tonight.”
I step forward. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorr—”
“Not hurt. Just … a little tender.”
I frown.
“In a good way. I promise.”
“Want me to kiss it better?” I waggle my eyebrows.
He laughs and shoves me toward the bathroom. “Go shower.”
Oh, he’ll so be getting a lesson on rimming later if he thinks I’m joking.
I saunter past him and jump into the shower. His soap smells like him, so I make sure to use a generous amount so I can smell him on me all night.
When I get out, I find my clothes laid out neatly on his bed, and I have to bite my lip from laughing.
I fail.
“What?” Zach asks. “Is that weird?”
“It’s positively adorable and so … you.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
I pull him close, not caring I’m still naked while he’s dressed again. “It means I like it. Just like I like you.”
He looks up into my eyes, and I lower my head to kiss him sweetly.
“You ready to go?”
“Ready.”
“Give me two minutes, and we’ll get out of here.”
Damn.
I’d only spent a couple of nights sleeping next to Zach, but until this moment, I didn’t realize how much I already missed it.
He fits against my side perfectly. With my arm around him and his head on my chest, I could easily fall asleep right here and now even though it’s only eight.
My big, bad, hockey player reputation could be at stake if anyone found out, but I couldn’t care less.
That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, star forward for the Colchester Mountain Lions is a cuddler.
“Foster?”
I don’t bother opening my eyes. “Mm?”
“When you say you’re not done with me, does that mean … Is it … What does that mean exactly?”
That wakes me up. “It means I’m not done with you. Straight forward and to the point.”
“But that implies there will be a time when you’ll be done with me. Are there usually time frames put on this type of thing?”
“What type of thing?”
“Dating. Uh … or whatever we’re doing.”
I roll onto my side. “You need a label?”
“Labels help me identify meaning and expectation.”
I’m the opposite.
I cup his cheek. “We can be whatever you want us to be. If you want to break it down into categories and labels, here’s my deal. I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t plan to. I hope it’s the same for you, but if you don’t want that then let me know.”
“I don’t.”
I pull back. “You don’t want exclusivity?”
“Wait, no, I do! I don’t want to see anyone else.”
Phew. For a minute there, my heart was in my throat. “Okay, so we’re not seeing anyone else. I want to spend what little free time I have with you.”