Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
This boy had no business being this captivating. But he was. And I was entranced by him.
“Ash,” he groaned, lifting his head to look down at me. He choked on a gasp when I brushed my finger over the spongy spot inside of him, his head falling back down to the pillows. I couldn’t stop the grin from crossing my lips at his blissed-out expression when I did it again.
“Just wait until my cock is inside of you, baby,” I rumbled before sucking hard on his nipple. He slapped his hands over his mouth, muffling the noises he made as I slid another finger inside of him, stretching him a little wider.
By the third finger, he was basically babbling behind his hands, his voice muffled, but his eyes told me everything I could barely understand behind his palms. He needed me inside of him, and fuck, I was more than ready to give him what he wanted.
After swiping up more cum to use as lube, I rose over him, my cock in my hand. He reached for me as I notched my cock against his hole. “Please,” he whispered.
Leaning down, I kissed him again, my heart in my fucking throat as I slid inside of him, inch by fucking torturous inch. He moaned into my mouth, his legs twining around my hips once I was seated deep inside of him. I slid my arms beneath his back and curled my hands around his shoulders before easing out and sinking right back inside of him. He grunted into my mouth, his nails biting into my shoulders again.
We moved together fluidly. Like our bodies had known each other all their lives. Like we were made for each other. He felt fucking incredible, his body pressing into mine every time he lifted his hips to meet my downward thrusts.
“Ash,” he panted. He dropped a hand to reach between our bodies, circling his cock. I moaned quietly at the sight before locking my eyes back on his.
“Get yourself off, baby,” I encouraged him, my hips picking up speed the slightest bit.
His fist moved up and down his slick cock, his eyes never leaving mine. Our breaths mingled with every pant until he was leaning up, molding his lips to mine as he coated our stomachs in his cum. Groaning, I followed him over the edge, spilling inside of him.
Claiming him.
He clung to me after, and when I rolled us to the side so I wasn’t crushing him, I held him tight to me, tangling our legs together. He shivered when I brushed my lips to his forehead before tucking his head under my chin, my chest tight with adoration for this sweet, tortured boy.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I murmured. And it wasn’t a fucking lie.
I felt his smile against my skin, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. “Really?” he whispered.
I nodded and stroked my hand over his back—from the base of his neck and down his spine to his tailbone. “Yeah, baby.” I roughly cleared my throat. “Really.”
He snuggled further into me, his palms pressing into my back, molding our bodies together.
Honestly, I didn’t think we could get close enough. I wanted him beneath my skin. Only then would I even be somewhat content.
13
Tank
Eventually, Beck’s cum began to dry on our skin, and he was shifting uncomfortably in my arms as my leaking cum cooled between his ass cheeks, becoming sticky and uncomfortable. Grunting, I eased away from him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead when he made a small noise of protest.
“Where are you going?” he grumpily asked as I moved off the bed and stretched my arms above my head. He ran his eyes over me, and my dick perked up the slightest bit at his attention. I ignored it. We needed to clean up because Clarke could wake up any minute now, and I didn’t want her stepping into this room while it smelled like sex and while we were both naked.
I didn’t want to trigger her and send her spiraling.
“We need to clean up,” I told him. “And change the sheets and open the windows to let in some fresh air.” He frowned at me in confusion, not understanding why I was requesting the sheets be changed and the windows be opened. I scrubbed a hand down my face before looking at him again. “I loved every fucking moment with you, Beck, and while I would love to just lay in bed with you for the next few hours and cuddle you, Clarke could wake up at any moment. And the smell of sex in the room, on the sheets, and seeing us naked and covered in cum could trigger her.”
His eyes widened in horror before he sprung out of bed, almost crashing into me. I gripped his upper arms to steady him. His cheeks were flushed, a panicked look entering his eyes. “I didn’t—I don’t want—oh, God,” he moaned, scrubbing his palms over his face. My heart clenched in my chest for the boy. Pulling him into my arms, I held him tight against me, hoping I could soothe his rising panic. “Ash, I never want to hurt her like that.”