Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
His lips quirk and then I’m lowering my face into the pillow as he sucks and nibbles and tongues my cheeks. Rubs his face against them. Flicks them to test their resilience and fondles them while moving his mouth closer to my clenching hole.
I think about how much I love his ass. The way it feels, snug as fuck around my fingers. The way it stretches for my cock and makes me feel like a beast because he’s always so fucking tight. But when he finally starts licking and sucking on the bundle of muscles between my cheeks, I realize I love this too. As much as his mind-bending blowjobs. More. He’s giving to me, even in this. More pleasure than I ever expected.
“Joey. Fuck, that feels good.”
He moans at my approval and burrows deeper, his mouth hot against me. His tongue swirls, teases and cajoles me into tilting my hips back, my cock now free for me to grab onto. And I will. But something compels me to reach back and cup the back of his head, holding him possessively against me.
“Do it. Work that tongue inside and get me off. You’ve been dreaming about my ass? Here’s the real thing. Fuck it like you know when you’re finished I’ll be returning the favor with my dick.”
He cries out between my thighs now, his tongue pressing firmly until I can feel it inside me. “Joey.”
I didn’t know I was this sensitive. Every lick feels like a mini-earthquake. Every scrape of his teeth is making me snarl. If he does this for much longer, I’ll come before I can give him what he needs in return.
With a growl I let go of his head and buck against his mouth. I drag him beneath me on the bed, using the oil to coat our erections before taking us both in hand. “I need you with me.”
“Yes.” Joey’s pupils are dilated, his lips swollen as he loses himself to my touch.
This is what I want until I die. Laughter and lust before breakfast. Soft whispered confessions every night. His body mine to care for. Mine to touch and make come until he cries.
His thighs start shaking against my hips and I know he’s close. From kissing me and making me lose control. From giving it back to me.
“Come,” I rasp through my labored breathing as my hand slides up and down our slick shafts, squeezing them together. I can’t hold in a grunt of pleasure as the heads of our cocks rub against each other in my grip.
“Show me what I do to you.”
That’s all it takes to send him over. His mouth opens and I cover it with my hand in case any sound escapes to spoil our soon-to-be invaded privacy.
The sight of his wild eyes over my rough hand, and the sounds of his muffled climax push me up to the edge. I look down to see his come coating my fingers, slipping between our bodies as I pump my fist around our flesh. The sight of it is too much. I’m burning like the sun. On fire, slick with sweat and tightening my jaw to hold in my own shouts of pleasure.
I didn’t know this existed for twenty-seven years, and now I crave it like a drug. Crave Joey. I dip my head down and skim his forehead with my lips. “I love you.”
Marry me. Travel with me. Be my family. Our family.
I’ve said it a million ways without saying it outright. The words live on my tongue, but I’m trying to be patient. Looking for signs.
“I love you, Elliot.” He smiles, and the possessive, impatient thing inside me settles down temporarily. We have time. I’m not going anywhere without him. He’ll believe me soon enough.
I tumble back onto the bed beside him with a groan. “I might need a few minutes to recover before I face the day. Come here and cuddle with your broken toy.”
“Toy, my ass. And our moment has passed, Dad. You don’t hear them? Two princesses, one in training to be a ninja, rummaging through the kitchen as we speak?”
I huff out a disbelieving laugh. “Why would I hear that? I’m only human, and the kitchen is through a wall and a door and down one set of stairs.”
“It’s the babysitter’s curse,” he says with a grumpy air of resignation, hopping off the bed and opening the dresser to pull out a pair of my pajama pants and a t-shirt. The pants he has to tighten with the drawstring. A lot. Fuck he looks sexy in those.
I’ve got it so bad.
“I can already tell they want to cook something and are convincing themselves we won’t mind the burning smell as long as they make enough for both of us. Cheeky devils.”
I blink at him. “You got all that while still recovering? I clearly wasn’t doing a good enough job at blowing your mind.”