Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I’ll come early,” I promised. “I can help you set up the food and whatever else is needed.”
“Thanks. We always do make a good team.” There was that tight smile of his again, but before I could press, he waved me toward my bathroom. “Go shower. You’ll feel better. I’ll help myself to a beer.”
“Good plan.” I took a quick shower, cursing the small bathroom. Housing prices had dipped after the holidays, and my insurance settlement had finally arrived. The timing was right to consider buying a new place, but despite my dislike of the cramped quarters, I was reluctant to start looking.
Maybe I simply liked it here too much. Emerging from the bathroom in a towel to find Eric sitting on the loveseat, playing with my dogs, underscored that sentiment. If I moved, everything would change. No more midnight meetings in the driveway or random late-night movie watching. And no more little gestures like him putting on one of my favorite playlists and dimming the lights for a cozier vibe.
“This is nice.” I gestured at the room. “Thanks. Good choice of playlist.”
“You did the whole mood lighting and music thing for me when I had a hard day. Thought it might work for you.” Eric patted the seat next to him on the sofa.
“It does.” I didn’t waste any more time before joining him, and I made short work of drawing him to me so I could show my appreciation with a kiss.
And one kiss turned into ten, turned into him straddling my towel-covered thighs, grinding together to the rhythm of a hard rock song. My cock poked out of the towel, and I shifted away from the friction of Eric’s jeans.
“Loft?” I suggested. “Want you naked.”
“That’s an easy wish to fulfill.” Mood turning more playful, Eric discarded his shirt and jeans on his way to the loft stairs. I whipped off my towel and chased him the rest of the way to the stairs.
Once we were both upstairs and delightfully naked and winded, Eric stretched out next to me.
“Are you in the mood for anything specific?” He ran a hand down my chest, stopping to idly trace one of my bird tattoos. “You’re the one who had the lousy day.”
“You. I’m in the mood for you.” I leered up at him before reaching for the lube on the shelf behind me. Slippery was good for frot or fucking both. Might as well be prepared.
“We can…uh…skip the condoms.” Eric’s cheeks went bright pink. This was the first opportunity we’d had for penetrative sex since I’d shared my test results, and I’d half expected him to simply not bring up my idea of going bare again. I was more than pleased that he had.
“I’d like that.” I pulled him in for a warm kiss. “You want to bottom, or are you more in the mood for topping?”
“I can have that choice?” Eyes wide, Eric seemed genuinely perplexed by my offer.
“Yes, Eric, you can have that.” I leaned in for another kiss, this one softer. God, he was so sweet under all those layers of competence and self-protection. He could have whatever he wanted from me. “I haven’t bottomed a ton, but the chance to try it condom-free has me curious.”
“I haven’t topped much either.” Eric worried his bottom lip with his teeth. He seemed younger and more vulnerable than usual.
“Good.” I stopped him with another kiss before he could continue to abuse his poor lip. “We can figure it out together.”
“Okay.” He nodded, expression comically serious like I was asking him to recite the steps for CPR. He reached for the lube, but I took it back.
“Let me.” I was a little picky about prep, preferring to be in charge of the stretching. “You just keep kissing me.”
“I can do that.” He was adorably intense as he curled into my side. I threw a leg over him, giving myself room to work as we made out. Typical Eric, he put his entire self into the task at hand, kissing me while stroking my chest and arms. He was such a present kisser, barely controlled hunger tempered by an urge to please. By now, he knew I loved the hunger, the aggression of teeth and little nips and tongue and deep kisses, and any hesitance he’d had early in our friendship was long gone. Instead, there was comfortability that was sexy as hell because Eric truly allowed himself to let go.
While I lost myself to Eric’s kissing, I stretched my rim, rubbing slick circles, drifting along on the stream of intimacy, gradually going deeper. Unlike Eric, who could come hands-free and seemed to crave direct, intense prostate pressure, I preferred a more measured approach, building up to the sharper sensations.
“God, I love kissing you.” Eric pulled back to peer down at me, lips damp and kiss-swollen.