Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“If you just give me some time…” I whisper pressing into him, helpless against my fears. “Oh, God, I want you so much.” I can hardly believe I said that out loud, but it feels so natural to be honest about it.
His breath is raspy as we simultaneously take a step toward the wall and my back flattens against its cool surface. His forehead feels warm against mine, and when our lips meet, the kiss is no longer just a light smooch. He opens my mouth with his, and the very tip of his tongue teases me so gently my knees soften.
I’ve kissed a total of two girls all the way back in high school, but never like this. His tongue caresses mine, and I open to him, sliding my hands to those sturdy arms. I won’t lose my balance when I’m in Saint’s embrace. I don’t even care that we're in the corridor outside the apartment. It’s dark. It’s night. And I want it too much.
All the worries about being bad at kissing disperse like marshmallows melting into hot chocolate, because he leads the way with ease. All I have to do is give in. My heart beats in a frantic rhythm against his chest, and I’m afraid he will soon feel how much I want him.
Reality and time splinters as we hold one another in the dark, and while our clothes are thick and start getting uncomfortably hot now that we’re indoors, I can’t bring myself to pull away. Because what if he calls this a mistake and excuses himself, leaving me in the dark?
His hands are gentle, if passionate, and they’re everywhere, rubbing and squeezing my shoulders, arms, and—oh—trailing down my sides so sensually I rise to my toes.
I’m so hard it’s excruciating, but I don’t have the words to tell him.
Until he takes my hand and guides it between our bodies, down his stomach.
I moan into the kiss when I feel his rock-hard erection. Instincts take over. Breathless from the kiss I want to never end, I press my palm against him harder, dizzy from excitement. I now realize I’ve been repressing my desires, letting them lie dormant because I was too afraid to act on them, but they’re there. In the dark, they’re free to crawl out as I hold Saint close.
His breath catches, and he nips my lip, triggering a jolt that goes straight to my balls. Our eyes meet, and there's nothing that can stop me from giving him what he wants. I wish to be touched by him too, but what I need most is to become an object of desire, for the feelings of inferiority to disappear as I bask in Saint’s lust.
The slightest push on my shoulders tells me exactly what he expects.
I steal one more kiss and slide down the wall, then to my knees. I don’t even care my leg aches after all that walking, or that someone could turn on the light at any point. For him, I’d kneel on this hard floor all day, as long as I got to inhale the leathery scent of his belt and the warm musk of his arousal.
He towers over me so beautifully, one arm resting against the wall while the other pulls off my hat. He makes quick work of opening the buttons on his coat. At least this means I’m not the only one overheating. “You’re so damn hot, Rowan,” Saint whispers, watching me with eyes so intense they might just start burning.
His words are like rocket fuel to my confidence. While I don’t consider myself unattractive, I rarely get complimented on my looks in any way. The guys at the shop consider me a skinny weakling worthy of their pity. It doesn’t matter that they’re not my target audience, because their comments still chip away at my confidence.
Old ladies will sometimes say I’m a “nice-looking boy”. But ‘hot’? To hear that from a man like Saint? Fuck… I’ll give him the best head I can.
When I pull his pants and underwear down just enough to let his cock out, I don’t wonder about my confidence anymore. My brain is flooded with pure lust and as I close my hand around his shaft, I can hardly believe how good that makes me feel. His scent is so rich and warm as I lean in, pressing my face to the warm flesh revealed by the open pants. His pubes are trimmed and feel so delicious against my nose as I give Saint the first, tentative pump.
A grunt escapes his throat, and his hand rests on my nape in either reassurance or a claiming gesture. I don’t know, maybe it’s both. I can take both.
His dick is so perfect I don’t have the words to describe it, and yes, I’m worried that I won’t be able to satisfy him but I’m sure gonna try. The shaft throbs in my grip, hard as steel, and I can’t wait any longer. Arousal replaces my blood as I wrap my lips around the head, and as it flows through me, my body rocks, desperate for release.