Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Gotta keep a few secrets up my sleeve, Batman.”
I was intrigued, but didn’t push. Like all the best things that seemed to happen with Dax, they happened in their own good time.
We got to talking about Elliott and Carter, what they were up to and when I’d see them again. Dax filled me in on some of the latest industry gossip he seemed particularly excited by, and I did my best to act interested since I could tell it was what he dealt with on a day-to-day basis. We shared some vanilla ice cream with hot fudge, and I noticed Dax didn’t fight me the way he had before. I didn’t make a big deal of it, only enjoyed the way he closed his eyes and relished it, tongue running up the side of the spoon as he savored it the way I wanted him savoring my body that night.
After we finished, we drove back to his place. I could tell by the way he kept glancing over at me that he was thinking about what I’d offered him earlier. That he couldn’t get my ass off his mind any more than I could get the idea of him taking it off mine. He took me up to his unit, neither of us seeming confused about where this was leading.
“You want a drink?” he asked as we stepped inside.
I closed the door behind me and shook my head as I approached him. “Thanks for the—”
Before the word date could escape my mouth, his lips were on mine, and I struggled to recall what the fuck I was even about to say.
He spun me around, guiding me into the living area and shoving me back onto the couch. I sat so willingly, shifting and lying back as we made out, his tongue a wild fit in my mouth.
His knees depressed into the leather cushion beneath me as he seized hold of my face, offering me a taste of all I’d been missing. As I felt him unbuttoning his shirt, I assisted, and we worked together until he leaned back, the shirt falling open. The room’s lighting cast sharp shadows under his pecs and abs, leaving me to enjoy the fruits of his labor in the gym.
I slid my hands around his hips, massaging my thumbs against his body as he removed the shirt and tossed it onto the other end of the sectional. I leaned up and hooked my arms around him once again, seizing his lips, and he released a soft moan that only intensified the feelings surging through me.
“Okay…we need to…get to the bedroom,” I said when the words could find their way free of his mouth. “Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
He slid off me and stepped onto the floor. I followed suit, but I couldn’t help myself. As he waited, I moved forward quickly, wrapping an arm around him and hoisting him into the air, throwing him over my shoulder.
He was laughing all the way upstairs.
“I thought you wanted me in your ass,” he said.
“Well, no need for either of our asses to be neglected.”
Dax continued laughing as I hurried into the master bedroom and threw him down on the sheets. We stripped down, watching each other like we each wanted to take in the show. Dax leaned back and opened his nightstand, retrieving the condoms and lube. I enjoyed the curvature of his ass, his skin tight against his muscles as he stretched before rolling back and setting the Magnums and bottle beside him.
His hard girth lay angled against his stomach, and I went right for it, as though my mouth was fucking magnetized to that thick shaft. It filled my mouth right up, and I enjoyed his taste and the way he ran his fingers through my hair.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
I grasped his shaft and pulled back to release a groan, my frustration with how much I’d missed having him in my mouth.
How could I go from having never experienced sex with a man to being enamored with a man’s cock?
It wasn’t just about being with a man—it was about being with Dax. Like every part of him, every line, every whiff of his cologne and scent, every sound he offered from his eager lips, all got me so worked up. And the more I got to know him, the stronger my addiction to him became.
I kept working him up until he grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me off his cock, sitting up for a kiss. He pushed me back, and I went effortlessly as he climbed onto me. He snatched the lube and a condom from behind him and worked the condom wrapper while making out with me. Like an expert fucksman, he reached back and rolled the condom on me before slathering some lube on his palm. Then reaching back again, he soaked the Magnum.