Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Good boy.”
“Brat.”
After my stomach healed, I began seeing a therapist. He’s helping me through the shit with my dad. We’re nowhere close to being friends, but we are talking. Dad has apologized to me, but it’s not enough. So, we talk on the phone and just try to regain our footing. I’ve learned since seeing my therapist, Daniel, that I’ve been suffering from anxiety. I take an anti-anxiety medication each day that helps me not obsess over things. It’s nice to feel in control of my feelings and my stomach not eat itself away anymore.
“Touch your dick, Roan. I want you to jerk off, imagining you’re inside my tight ass,” I croon, kissing his shoulder.
“Goddamn you and your dirty ass talk that turns me on every time.”
I bite back a laugh as he starts stroking his dick. Reaching down to the bottle of lube we keep in here when Roux’s not around, I pop the cap and pour some onto my dick. I smear it all over my cock and then use the excess to finger his needy hole. When he’s good and prepped, I grip his hip and push into him from behind. We groan in unison.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You kill me.”
I nip at his shoulder. “You like it.”
“Nah, I love it, Hollis.”
“And I love you, Roan.”
He stiffens and grows quiet. I’d normally have a spike of anxiety, worrying over his response, but I don’t. Sure, it’s the first time either of us have spoken this sentiment, but I won’t regret it, even if he doesn’t feel that same way about me yet. I do love him. I have for probably as long as I can remember. His ass pushes against me, his silent tell for me to fuck him harder. I dig my fingers into his hip and thrust wildly into him.
God, he feels so fucking amazing.
I fuck him until I’m crying out his name. My cum bursts out of me, filling his tight ass up and marking him as mine. I’ll never get tired of the way that feels. Gently, I slide out and slap his hard ass.
“Your turn.”
“I want to go lie down,” he murmurs.
My body grows cold at his words, but I talk myself through my worries like Daniel taught me. It’s usually in my head. My fears and stress. Just because someone is quiet or frustrated, doesn’t mean I’m always at the root of it. So rather than obsessing, I also clean myself off. We dry off and then I follow him into the bedroom. He sets the bottle of lube on the end table and then climbs onto the bed. His features are stony, his body tense.
“Are we going to sleep?” I ask, needing him to offer me a branch so I know I’m not sinking alone over here. “Should I turn off all the lights and lock up?”
His expression softens. “Not yet, babe. I haven’t been inside you yet.”
“Okay,” I mutter, exhaling a relieved breath.
“Grab the lube,” he orders. “I want you right here where I can kiss you.”
All anxiety floods away and desire creeps back in. “Bossy.”
“We all know who the bossy one in the bedroom is,” he says, rolling his eyes. “And it’s not me.”
I smirk as I hand him the lube and climb onto the bed to straddle his thighs. “I can’t help it.”
“When we started this, I thought I was in charge around here.”
“We all make mistakes,” I tease. “That was your first one.”
He laughs as he lubricates his beautiful dick. “Rub your asshole on my cock, porcelain boy. I’m ready to fuck you.”
I rock my hips along his shaft, loving the way he hisses in pleasure. When I’m good and slick, I lean forward to seek out his mouth. He positions his dick against my hole and I slide down, taking every hard inch of him. His mouth is ravenous as he kisses me like I might disappear any moment. We kiss hard and frantic as he fucks me from below. He breathes heavily against my mouth, his strong hands squeezing my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Hollis,” he groans. “I love you too.”
His words catch me off guard. All I can do is kiss him with everything I have. It doesn’t take much more thrusting and then he’s coming deep inside me. His energy is depleted and he relaxes, gazing up at me with a lazy, sated smile.
He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
Mine.
He’s mine.
“Move in with me, rat.”
“Most people don’t invite rats in. You’re confused,” I tease.
He smacks my ass. “I’m not confused. I’m in love. Say you’ll do it.”
“Yeah, rat lover, I’ll do it. I’ll move in with you. But only because you’re obsessed with me.”
“I’m not obsessed,” he grumbles.
“You so are. Ask literally anyone.”
“And what about you?”
I grin and press a kiss to his lips. “I have been since the second I laid eyes on you.”