Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“Then we won't get caught,” I shrugged. I bounced my eyebrows. “I know you want to.”
He glared at me for a long moment before sighing. “Dammit, you know I do.” I beamed in triumph until he pointed his finger in my face. “But you better be quick, and you better be quiet.”
“Keep giving me orders like that and it'll take about two seconds, right here in the kitchen.”
Lyle snorted, and then it turned into a squeal when I picked him up and tossed him over my shoulder. I scurried out of the room and made my way to the bathroom in the far corner of the house, away from where our friends were.
We weren't strangers to this type of thing; we'd snuck away to countless public restrooms or fitting rooms to have a romp when the mood struck. Yes, I was a cop. Yes, I should know better. But I couldn't help it! My husband was so damn sexy, I couldn't keep my hands off of him.
It wasn't about the thrill of a public space or the danger element. Lyle was all the excitement I needed. It went back to making sure he felt wanted; I needed him to know that loving his body was constantly on my mind - that he drove me crazy, he was irresistible, and was worth any risk.
I set his feet on the bathroom floor before locking the door behind us. Gage couldn't kill me if he couldn't get to me. But I knew the only way he'd get mad is if I cut into Ty’s dinner, like Lyle said. So, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time. I still had ten minutes before we were scheduled to eat. It would be a personal record.
“Are you going to look at your phone or take my pants off?” Lyle asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I. Love. This. Man.
I made a show of slipping my phone back into my pocket before cupping his cheeks in my hands and pressing our lips together. I kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue between his teeth.
The kiss turned heated quickly. Our tongues battled and our hands hungrily groped one another. It wasn't just because I was racing the clock; I craved Lyle. My body ached to be near him; to touch him.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor before doing the same with his briefs. I cupped his ass cheeks and massaged them roughly, pinching and rolling his flesh as he moaned into my mouth.
I kept groping with one hand while the other tickled down his crack. Lyle shivered when my fingers brushed across his hole. I traced his ring as Lyle unbuttoned my pants.
He fished my hard cock out of my boxers and wrapped his palm around my shaft. Lyle trapped my tongue between his lips and sucked, bobbing his head back and forth as he stroked me. The sensations sent my head spinning and my dick pulsing. I knew I needed to be quick, but I didn't want to blow until I was balls deep in my man.
I ripped my tongue free so I could tell him, “Turn around and face the sink.”
Lyle was a bossy bottom by nature, so I wasn't shocked when he smirked and replied, “Make me.” I was so turned on I couldn't see straight, but not shocked.
I gripped him by the hips and spun him around. I stepped behind him and lifted his hands by his wrists, plastering his palms against the wall on either side of the mirror above the sink. I lowered my mouth to his ear and growled, “Keep them there.”
Lyle’s gaze back at me through the mirror was full of fiery need. I could feel the heat even through the reflection. I gently nipped the back of his neck and winked at him in the mirror before dropping to my knees behind him.
I palmed both of his creamy ass cheeks and pushed them apart, putting his pretty pink hole on display. I leaned forward and lapped against his skin, tasting his sweet musk on each wrinkle and divot. I circled my tongue around his rim as Lyle cursed under his breath.
He arched his back, pushing his ass into my face. I knew what he wanted and was happy to oblige. I stiffened my tongue and pierced it through his ring of muscle. Lyle didn't take his own advice of being quiet; he moaned aloud as I greedily ate his ass, licking against his delicious walls.
Saliva dripped down my chin and Lyle’s cheeks, soaking my husband’s skin in preparation. He must have felt prepared enough, because he whispered, “I’m ready, Chris; take me now!”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I leapt to my feet and spread his ass once more. I pressed the tip of my leaking cock to his hole and pushed forward, watching as his flesh stretched to take the girth of my tip.