Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Looking at his body had always made my skin jitter a little bit, and now I could finally start to admit why.
“You’re staring at me like you’re measuring me for either a burial plot or a sex collar. I can’t decide which one,” he said, sliding the door open and stepping in.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” I said, reaching for him and yanking his naked self against me. I was already hard, waiting for him because I knew whatever we got up to together would result in an incredible orgasm for both of us. Just the thought of giving him that kind of pleasure made me feel less sore and tired.
Tucker wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head on my shoulder as we stood together under the hot spray. “God, this feels good,” he murmured.
“Hot shower after a long, hard day is always good for what ails ya,” I said in agreement.
“No,” he said, looking up at me. “Holding you is what feels good. The shower part is just a bonus.”
I clasped his face to kiss him silly as I turned us so he was fully under the water. We kissed and kissed and kissed until our dicks were pressing insistently into each other’s skin.
“I want…” I wasn’t quite sure how to say it. “I want…”
Tucker smoothed his hands over my chest. “You want? Babe, you’re not usually reluctant to speak your mind.”
“I… what about sex? Like… is that something you… want? Because I’m up for… that.”
He bit his upper lip with his bottom teeth and looked at me through his lashes. “You talking about anal sex, D?”
I nodded rapidly in case that helped give support to my verbal, “Yes, please.”
Tuck’s brow climbed up. “And when you say you’d be up for that, do you mean on the giving side of the equation or the receiving end?”
“I know you’re versified,” I said, taking this seriously. “Because I overheard you and my brother talking about how you didn’t understand why—”
Tuck held up a hand. “Can we… not talk about your brother while we both have boners, please?”
I nodded. “Good point.”
“And the term is versatile. Or vers. It means I’m happy giving and receiving. So if it would make you feel comfortable to start out with you—”
I knew I was really bad at interrupting, but I couldn’t help it. “Whatever you want! Whichever you like best. I mean… I’m happy to do either. I don’t want you to think I’m chickenshit because I am not. And if you can handle a… dick in your ass… then I probably can too.” I blinked rapidly at him now that the nerves were catching up to me a little. “But maybe just… just give me some pointers and be patient with me till I get the hang of it. You have a big schlong, and I mean that sincerely.”
He looked like he wanted to laugh, but he also looked like his pig had just won best in show at the State Fair. “I love you, Dunn Johnson, more than you could ever know.”
I let out a breath and smiled back. “’Cause I have a big one too?”
He shook his head and laughed. “Yeah. That’s exactly it. How did you know?”
I pressed the dick in question into his belly. “’Cause I have eyes, Dr. Wright. I’m a medical marvel, probably.”
Tuck’s laughter in my shower was the best sound ever. I moved my hands down to grab his ass and shake it. “This is mine. Got me?”
He nodded and leaned in to kiss me. “Let’s start the easy way. You want this ass to be yours?”
“Mmhm,” I murmured against his sweet lips.
“Then take it.”
I barely stuck around in the shower long enough to slam the taps closed and grab a towel. I scooped the good doctor off his feet and swung his slippery ass over my shoulder while simultaneously trying to pat him dry with the towel.
“Lube,” I muttered, making a mental list. “Condoms.”
“No condoms,” he said. Tuck’s sneaky fingers were taking advantage of their position near my ass with little pinches and squeezes. “I know both of our statuses. Unless… I mean… if you’ve had sex since…”
I threw him down on my bed and climbed on top of him, noticing the very real worry in his eyes. “Dani?”
His eyes widened. “You haven’t had sex since Danyelle? Jesus, that was like…”
“A year and a half ago?” I said, noticing the water droplets caught in his dark chest hair. “Why do you think I was desperate enough to consider your skinny ass?” I teased.
He wiggled around until I was lying over his back and he was arching his perfectly rounded, tight ass against my hard cock. “Skinny ass? This? I’ll have you know I squat for hours to have an ass like this. And it’s going to be tight as hell around your dick.”