Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Before, in Arizona, I felt like my clothes would burn off into the cooling desert night. Now, a different kind of urgency drives me as I run my knuckles over his stubbled jaw, a more intimate kind, as our bodies press together under the covers.
I’m a little impatient, and a lot eager, so I don’t tease or toy. I take his mouth, kissing him deeply, insistently. His hands come up to my shoulders, and I heat up everywhere, not slowing down. Not when he gasps as I bite his lip. Not when I run a hand down his arm, to his side, around to his ass. Yanking him closer. We rub together, seeking friction through all these clothes. Too far away from each other.
All at once, I want everything.
Us naked, tangled together. Kissing and fucking and not stopping at all.
But I don’t want to end this kiss. This deep, dizzying kiss. He kisses the way he plays baseball—with fierce determination. With intensity. With all his focus poured into me.
Then he slides a hand between our chests, presses hard on my pecs, pushes me off.
I blink. “Why did you stop?”
His knowing smile makes my cock even harder. “Tell me what you want.”
What do I want? Isn’t it obvious? I want to touch him. I don’t want to stop touching him. But I flash back to the night he got on his knees for me.
Just wanted to hear you say suck me off.
Derek Miller is under my skin, and in my head, and he’s unlocking me.
I’m the guy who walks into an event and hopes he doesn’t have to say a word. In bed, Derek wants me to talk.
I let the full weight of the statement press into me, as I grab his shoulder, pull him on top of me. Then, I rope my hands in his hair, tug on the strands, dragging out a groan from him.
I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I want. Months, really. Definitely since I moved in. And absolutely since I got into bed with him.
Now I just need to say it.
“I want to make it up to you.”
His smile is warm, heated. “What’s that?”
Feeling daring, I whisper, “Let me suck you.” A nod, an urging of his hips. I tug at him to keep him close. “I wasn’t done yet,” I say. “I want you to fuck my throat. And maybe when you get all worked up, you can throw me on this mattress and fuck me.”
The spark in his eyes is worth everything.
9
Derek
Yes, please.
And now.
Holy fuck. I didn’t know I had a big thing for shy guys who are filthy talkers in bed till now.
But maybe I just have a big thing for my teammate.
And right now, one other thing is very big. Adam slides my sweats off my hips, then pauses, hand at the waistband of my boxer briefs. He swallows, then says, “I may have been overambitious.”
I sit up, resting my weight on my elbows. As turned on as I am, his hesitation makes me apprehensive.
Until he shrugs, then adds, “I don’t mind a challenge.”
I laugh. “Feels like there’s a compliment in there.”
He runs a hand over my cock, the scratch of cotton the only thing keeping me grounded. “There was,” he confirms, as I sit up and rip off my shirt.
“Let me get these,” he says, a shyness flashing on his features, till it disappears when he tugs off my briefs.
A long groan fills my room as he stares at me.
“Been thinking about this for a while,” Adam whispers.
I lie back on the pillow, wrap a hand through his soft hair. “How long?”
“A few months and three nights, give or take,” he says.
“Then get your mouth on me,” I urge.
“Thought you wanted me to talk.”
“Moaning is a form of talking.” Now that we’re here, naked, with him looking at me like that, I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. Like I won’t come down his throat. Or that we can do this again.
He slides down between my legs, gives my dick a few pumps, then takes me into his mouth, tongue playing with the foreskin. “Fuck yes,” I mutter, and once I say that, he’s sucking hard.
I’m learning all sorts of things about Adam tonight. He likes to talk in bed, and he likes to listen. Since his mouth is occupied, I’ll handle the chit-chat. “Take me deeper,” I murmur, gripping his head tighter with one hand.
He obeys, sucking my cock with a concentrated fervor, quickly finding a rhythm that sends tingles down my legs.
“Harder,” I encourage, pushing my hand on his shoulder, helping him along.
Adam moans around my dick, and that’s the hottest thing ever. His sounds. Except, wait. I’m wrong. He’s humping the bed as he sucks me off. That is scorching.
So sexy in fact, I’m worried this will be over too soon. I indulge in a few more of his deep, purposeful sucks. But the second my balls tighten, I pull him off.