Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Pretty sure I’m going to be okay with either.”
My eyes fly open, and I turn in his arms. “How do you know?”
One side of his mouth turns up. “I have so many toys at home I could probably open my own sex shop.”
“Damn, that’s hot.”
Matt leans in and lays a kiss under my ear and then moves down my neck. His hands grip my hips and tug me closer. “And I’ve used them all. Every. Single. One.”
My dick fills and throbs for release. The image Matt’s painting … damn. “Totally not being pervy, but I wanna see that sometime.”
Matt laughs. “Not pervy at all.”
“As much as I’d love to take your ass virginity right now, I want you to fuck me.” I need it. I need to escape all the shit with my dad, and there’s no better rebellion than being dicked out until I’m walking funny. And I’ve seen Matt’s dick now. There’s no way I’m going to be walking normally afterward.
“Not gonna say no to that,” Matt whispers.
I lace my fingers with his and drag him up two flights of stairs to the third floor. Matt whistles as soon as we cross the threshold into my room.
“Are you going to do that every time you’re reminded of how rich I am?”
“Yes.”
“That’s going to get old.”
He whistles again, and when I glare, he throws his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I’m done. I think.”
“Good. Now we can get to the fucking.”
With a predatory gaze, Matt pushes me down on my king bed, and I love his sudden burst of dominance. He sheds his shirt before climbing up me and straddling my waist. His mouth dives in as he leans over me, and he grunts when my hips thrust upward. He pulls me up so I can take my own shirt off, and then he’s unbuckling my belt and slipping his fingers in my pants and around my shaft.
I throw my head back, trying to hold back the shuddering and moaning. I could get addicted to Matt’s strong grip.
My hands wander on their own, feeling the hard planes of Matt’s insanely ripped biceps and chest. I find his nipple and squeeze gently, remembering he liked that on the plane. Quickly, he forces my hand away. Confused, I pull back.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“From nipple play? I want to do that now, just so I can tell people I’m that good.”
Matt leans back on his heels and laughs when I try to tweak his nipple again.
“Damn, maybe you’ll make an excellent bottom after all if you can come from that,” I say.
“It’s a talent and a curse.”
“You should get them pierced.”
“Can’t. Work hazard.”
“We’ll come back to that later. Right now, I need you.”
Matt stands from the bed. He loses his jeans and then his boxers, while he stares down at me with a hungry, feral look in his eye. It’s hot as fuck, and I freeze.
My gaze doesn’t leave his strong hand that makes its way to his cock and starts stroking slowly. Suddenly everything becomes too real. The air thickens, and I’m riddled with guilt.
Matt picks up on my hesitance, and he cocks his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I dunno. Shouldn’t it be … more than this?”
“Huh?”
“Like, for you. It’s your first time. It should be … more.” I don’t know how else to say it. “It should be more than a quick fuck, and with someone better.”
Matt sighs. “I’ve already told you I don’t consider myself a virgin. This is purely trying something new. I don’t need romance or love. I’m not a teenage girl on prom night.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’d look hot in a prom dress.”
He flips me off, and the mood is light between us, but doubt has already seeped into my bones … or boner to be exact. I’m not good enough to be someone’s first. I hurt everyone who tries to get close to me before they can do it to me, and I don’t want to do that to Matt. I’ve never considered anyone else’s feelings when I did shit like this in the past. After hurting Aron, I don’t want to put myself in a position to do it again. But I want Matt so fucking much.
Matt pushes me back down as he straddles me again. A naked football player on top of me means my dick automatically springs back to life. It’s science—chemical reaction or what-the-fuck-ever.
“I know what this is, Noah. I ain’t gonna get clingy if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“It’s not.” I wouldn’t mind clingy. I like this part of a relationship—the newness and the fun stuff. It’s when an actual attachment is formed that it freaks me out. Matt has said he’s not looking for an actual relationship. This will all end when he goes off to football camp for preseason training. We might have to keep up appearances after that, but it won’t be for long.