Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
In less than a minute, his mouth is on mine again, our pace picking up as he grips my ass, burrowing deep inside me.
His cock hits, making my whole body shudder, and I moan against his mouth. “Keep doing that,” I plead. “Right there. Yeah.”
Planting a hand on the door, he lifts up to watch me as he pumps. “You feel so good. Tighter than my fucking hand.”
I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. I like hearing that.
Sliding in and out, I roll my hips in rhythm with him, looking down to watch him slide in and out. I pull him in harder and faster into me, my orgasm building again, teasing and rising.
I whimper over and over again. “Come inside me,” I beg against his mouth.
“Say it again.”
I thread his lips with mine. “Come inside me.”
He groans.
I mouth. “Come inside me.”
“Oh, Dylan.”
He props himself up, and I arch my back, taking what he can’t hold back anymore. He thrusts hard, and I wrap my legs around him, holding him as he goes deeper and deeper. My eyes roll back a little as my orgasm breaks free, washing over me, and I come, shivering underneath him.
His dark blond hair is messy and beautiful and hanging in his eyes as he groans over my lips. “Fuck, Dylan.”
He thrusts once hard, and then again, and then…once more, spilling his cum inside me. His lungs empty, he drops his forehead to mine. I hold him, running my thumbs over his cheeks and feeling rain or sweat, I don’t know, but I do know I loved everything that just happened.
After a minute, he raises his body, sliding out of me a little, and that’s when he stops and flinches.
“What?” I ask.
He just blinks and then shakes his head. “I don’t have a towel.”
And then he laughs, more to himself, and I feel like I missed something.
Sinking back in, he moves down, circling my head with his arms.
I smile, but I try to hide it.
“What?” he asks this time.
I shrug. “I was your first too.”
He chose me like I chose him, but thinking back on all the years, I wonder how much of it was ever a choice. I wonder now, how I didn’t see this coming.
“Well, the night is still young.” He brushes my nose with his. “Wanna be my second and third, as well?”
I wrap my legs around him again and bury my smile in his neck.
Hunter
The rain patters the roof of the quiet house, and I’m so tired but too comfortable to want to fall asleep and miss any of this.
She’s in my arms.
Her leg is draped over my body, her head on my shoulder, and I pull the sheet up over her back.
I almost told her I loved her so many times in the car tonight. And after we got back, went to bed, and made love again.
I’m glad I didn’t say it. At least not yet. I want to keep this for just a little while longer before I possibly find out it’s moving too fast for her.
“Will you come home?” she asks, just above a whisper.
I run my fingers up and down her arm. “Will you stay?”
I can’t see her smile in the dark, but I hear her little laugh. There’s no way her parents will let her stay once they find out she’s unsupervised.
And I promised mine I’d be home next weekend. Win or lose.
It was always a promise I knew I might break, but it won’t be for the reason I thought. When I told my parents I’d return, it was to make a deal. If they let me do this, I’d finish it and come home.
Now, it feels wrong.
I like my team. I like the teachers. I don’t want to use them. Falls High doesn’t want me back.
I have to get back in that house with Kade, though. Or I might be running from him forever.
“What’s he been like with you?” I ask her.
She knows who I mean.
Has he been kind? Protected her? Stood up for her?
But she just says, “I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
She slides up a little, and I turn my head, feeling her breath on my mouth.
She whispers, “How long have you wanted to kiss me?”
I chuckle. “Uh…for as long as I can remember, I guess.”
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t drawn to her. As a kid, she was a ball of energy, and it didn’t fade in the least as she grew up. She wanted to be the reason people smiled, and never the reason they cried.
“There was always a charge in the air when I was in the same room with you,” I murmur, memories of all the longing hitting me hard. “I knew you didn’t feel it, too, I just…”
“Left,” she interjects. “You left.”