Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“That’s hot,” he gasped.
“Now you do it. Put your finger in my mouth.”
“Like this?” Drew rubbed his slit with his thumb and offered it to me like a gift.
“Mmm. Fuck…”
Maybe that was a little too hot. I pulled him around his waist and rolled sideways, switching our positions so I was on top of him again, pistoning my hips in a wild race for the finish line.
“Oh, yeah, yeah. More. I’m coming,” he cried.
I didn’t stop moving. I couldn’t. The second I felt his cum spurt between us, I was a goner. I roared with the force of my release, driving into him over and over till I collapsed in exhaustion.
It took a full minute or two for me to summon the strength to move. It would have taken longer, but Drew pinched my ass and blew a raspberry on my neck to get my attention.
“What’s the matter? Am I squishing you?” I asked as I rose above him.
“A little,” he admitted with a laugh. “You’re fucking huge.”
I waggled my brows, then gently pulled out and tied off the spent condom. “I need to freshen up. Where’s the bathroom in your sweet chalet?”
“It’s not my chalet, but it is pretty sweet. C’mon, I’ll give you a tour.” Drew stood on shaky legs and motioned for me to follow him.
We grabbed our discarded clothes and cleaned up before exploring the six-bedroom, five-bath rental. We stopped in the kitchen so Drew could put the lasagna in the oven. When he was sure the timer was set, we returned to the scene of the crime.
I picked up my wineglass, swirling the contents lazily as I moved to stand in front of the fire. “I could get used to this life.”
“Same. My brother likes nice things and plenty of privacy.” Drew folded the throw blanket on the sofa and dropped it to the floor. “I’ll wash that tomorrow.”
I pointed at the sex toy on the coffee table. “What about that bad boy?”
Drew’s chuckle-groan made me laugh too. “Oh, my God. Should I bury it or bronze it? I can’t decide.”
“Bronze for sure.”
He folded the napkin over the toy, reached for his wineglass, and sat on the corner of the sectional. “With any luck, you’ll forget about that part of tonight.”
“Fuck that. I don’t want to forget a thing. That was the hottest thing ever.”
“Even the butt plug?” he asked skeptically.
I nodded. “Yeah. That was a first for me.”
“Me too.”
“Good. I’m honored to be your first. To butt plugs.”
Drew snickered as he raised his glass in a toast. “To butt plugs.”
I grinned, joining him on the sofa. I sipped my wine, set it on the coffee table, and hiked my right leg onto the cushion between us. “Cheers.”
“I’m lying, by the way. I’m still embarrassed. It might help if you evened out the playing field and either did something embarrassing in front of me or told me an embarrassing story…or ten,” he grumbled.
“Oh, damn. I don’t know where to begin. Let’s see…when I was a kid, I peed my pants at a school picnic in the park. I panicked and rolled around in the sandbox to hide the evidence. That didn’t work. My brother and I got in a food fight at a restaurant once, but we were trying to keep it low-key. When our mom wasn’t looking, I’d toss a carrot on his plate and he’d fling a piece of broccoli at me. I flicked a forkful of mashed potatoes at him and overshot my mark. It landed splat on my mom’s boyfriend’s face.” I shook my head with mock remorse. “That didn’t go over well either. I also planted an Almond Joy candy bar in the pool to get out of going to swim team practice. And I’ve farted in more elevators than I should probably admit.”
“Oh, brother,” he huffed.
“True story…freshman year of college, I’d just gone on a coffee date with a pretty girl in my humanities class. I walked her to her next class, thinking about whether I should try to kiss her. I got cold feet, waved to her instead, and accidentally clocked her in the jaw.” I fake-punched myself and pretended to knock myself silly. Sure, I was guilty of unashamedly embellishing what was actually a pretty tame scene in the life and times of moi, but if it made Drew laugh, it was worthwhile.
“Okay, okay, you win,” he snort-laughed. “Did she go out with you again?”
“Nope.”
Drew pursed his lips in amusement. “Her loss.”
“Nah, we weren’t really into each other. I was more interested in her gay friend than her,” I said with a shrug. “I can’t remember his name, but he was tall, dark, and dorky. He used to put his hands on his hips and tell me off. Kinda like you do.”
“Wait a second.” He furrowed his brow and leaned forward to set his glass down. “Are you insinuating that I’m a dork?”