Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
His fingers roamed lower and clutched my ass just as his teeth found that sensitive area between my shoulder and neck, and when he bit down, I nearly lost it, squirming against him.
He squeezed my ass as we alternated between grinding hard, then soft and slow, and I relished the delicate dance between us. It made me wonder if the rhythm would be just as hot if I were lying under him with my legs in the air.
“Put your hand around our cocks,” I suggested, and he did, collecting our precome with his thumb first. The first feel of our warm shafts sliding together in his palm was like a seismic shift in my groin, and everything began tingling, from my scalp to my toes.
“Hell yeah.” His gruff tenor sent me into sensory overload as all my nerve endings sparked to life, electrifying every place our skin touched. And when I began rocking against him, the noises in my head quieted, the room did too, all the prickling sensations focused in the precise center of where our bodies met.
Pushing up on my elbow, I placed my hand over the top of his and helped stroke us into oblivion. A prickly heat spread through my limbs like a volcano about to erupt. “Elliot,” I called out as my jizz spurted over our knuckles and against his chest. The soles of my feet tingled, my arms felt heavy, and there was nowhere to go but down as I collapsed like a rag doll atop him.
“Holy hell.” I felt the warm ribbons of his seed against my abdomen along with his deep rumble as he came not a moment later. He gasped and swore, but I couldn’t move or even respond, remaining still and boneless, hoping he wouldn’t be filled with regret anytime soon or ask me to move because I felt perfectly cocooned against him.
He tugged his hand free from our groins and panted against my shoulder, his fingers reaching up to squeeze the back of my neck. “You okay?”
“I’m really good,” I replied in a sleepy voice. “Just what I needed.”
I heard him breathe out. “Me too.”
I didn’t remember much after that as I fell into the twilight of sleep. Only the highlights—Elliot briefly untangling our limbs and how I instantly missed his warmth, a minute later, a cool cloth dabbing my skin, and then he was tucking us under the sheets with a kiss to my head and a heavy arm around my waist.
11
Elliot
As soon as we’d woken up curled against each other, which wasn’t necessarily new, we’d gone into auto mode, taking showers, prepping coffee, then flying out the door to campus. There wasn’t time to talk about what happened last night, with Morgan fielding calls on the way over about last-minute details of the bachelor dinner. He didn’t act any different, other than being completely distracted, so it helped me relax that we didn’t totally mess everything up.
I had to set aside any thoughts about how amazing he felt grinding against me so I could concentrate on my test, which I passed with flying colors, thanks to Morgan, and before I knew it, we were both back at the apartment, changing into something more suitable for a night out in the city.
Morgan was pacing and a little clumsier as a result of the tension thrumming through him, and he almost face-planted in the hallway. I kept my eye on him after that, knowing his preoccupation had nothing to do with me. He wanted to make sure his brother’s night with his friends went well, and since he’d planned it, it was nerve-racking.
“Hey.” I stepped behind him as he checked himself in the bathroom mirror for the hundredth time. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah, I know,” he replied with a faltering smile. “Do I look all right?”
He was wearing his black dress slacks that he saved for special occasions because they’d been tailored to fit over his leg braces, along with a light-gray button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.
“As long as it’s anything but your blue turtleneck,” I said, and he scoffed. “You look very handsome, Morgan. And I mean it.”
“Thanks.” His eyes softened. “So do you.”
“Obviously,” I teased to keep from getting mushier and doing something stupid like dragging him down to his room to release some of those pent-up nerves in a different way.
Stepping aside, I resumed fussing with the patterned button-up I’d decided on wearing when he lightly backhanded me. “Don’t forget the new belt you bought at the mall.”
“Good idea.” I carefully tucked in my shirt so as not to wrinkle it.
We decided it was better if I drove to the downtown restaurant so he could chill out a bit before the night got started. We arrived early enough to be shown to the long table in the back of the fancy steakhouse and make sure everything was in order. Ryan showed up next with some of the other guests trailing in behind him. Ryan greeted each friend as they came in, then introduced us, especially if it was a coworker Morgan hadn’t met.