Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Ollie’s hips start rocking back, trying to take my tongue deeper, and as much as I’d love to put the brakes on again and torture him some more, I’m the one getting to the point of no return.
A light breeze could have me coming in moments.
The way he writhes beneath me, his body begging for more, and knowing I’m the one doing it is probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.
My fingers go back to his ass and slip inside with ease. My free hand snakes around his front and starts stroking his cock.
I find myself involuntarily grinding against the back of his thigh.
My name on Ollie’s lips as his cock swells in my hand has me wishing for my own release, and as soon as Ollie collapses on the bed completely spent, I use his cum as lube and take myself in my hand.
With Ollie’s hot body underneath me, all sinewy muscles and tattoos … I get close with only a few strokes. But when Ollie turns his head and sees what I’m doing, he breathes a loud, “Fuck yeah, come on me.”
Who knew that would be enough to send me over the edge? I convulse as ropes of cum hit his back and the top of his ass, and if I thought Ollie was hot covered in his own cum, it’s nothing compared to knowing it’s mine marking his skin.
When I’m completely empty, I try to climb off, but Ollie rolls over and pulls me down on top of him. My limbs become weightless and my mind fuzzy as he wraps his arms around me.
Complete satisfaction doesn’t begin to describe this moment.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
OLLIE
“Water,” Lennon croaks.
“I’ll get it,” I say but can’t fucking move.
He rolls off my side and nudges me. “You’re not moving.”
“Can’t.”
Lennon’s laugh gives me the energy to get out of bed, because after that, I’ll get him anything he wants. He could ask me for a pet unicorn, and I’d go find one.
He leans up on his elbows as I grab a towel from the floor and wrap it around my waist.
“So, I’m guessing that was okay?” Lennon’s tone is unsure.
I run my hand through my hair. “More than okay.” I sense he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. “Is this about the whole topping thing? Because I don’t care if you never want to top me. At all.”
“Are you sure?”
I climb back on the bed, crawling my way to hover above him. “I think we’ve proved multiple times I don’t need a dick in my ass to get off.”
“And people say romance is dead.”
I pinch Lennon’s side, and he laughs.
“I’m gonna go get you some water now, but I don’t want you to worry about this, okay? Even if you did like to top, I so wouldn’t let you until I get bored of fucking you, and I don’t see that happening any time soon.”
A smile breaks out, and he nods.
After a chaste kiss on his lips, I head downstairs with a spring in my step.
And in perfect timing, the front door opens as I reach the foyer, and suddenly, I’m in one of those nightmares where I come face to face with one of my role models while completely naked. The only thing covering my dick is a towel that’s dangerously hanging low and loose.
I’m pretty sure I’m still covered in cum too.
Great.
I’ve met Matt Jackson before. I’ve spoken to him on the phone, and I’m friends with his little brother. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t intimidate me. He was the first out athlete to play an NFL game.
Noah smirks. “Aww, babe, did you get me a birthday present in the form of a naked hockey player? Because that’s awesome.”
Matt elbows his husband in the stomach and then glares at me. “Where’s Jet?”
Uh-oh.
I stand frozen, unable to form words even if it is to defend myself about not being with Jet. “Umm … not here?”
Matt doesn’t seem convinced, and his scowl deepens.
“I swear!”
“Why are y’all hanging out in the doorway?” Jet’s voice comes from behind Matt and Noah, and then he pushes past them. Thank God. “Whoa.”
“Uh, Lennon?” I call out. “Your roommates are here.”
“And Ollie needs some pants,” Jet yells.
“I don’t think he does,” Noah says. “I like my birthday present wrapped in a towel.”
Footsteps thump down the stairs, and Lennon throws pants at me, and then he pushes Noah. “He’s not your birthday present. I’m not that generous a friend.”
Noah gets him in a headlock. “It’s not like I’d fuck him. I’d just want him to walk around the house practically naked and fetch me things. Like beer.”
“Ooh, I want in on that,” Jet says.
Matt joins in. “Yeah, I’d be down for that.”
“Umm …”
Lennon wrestles free of Noah. “They’re fucking with you. You have your brothers. I have these people.”