Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Feels like I’m getting the better end of this idea.” Even as I said the words, I shifted in the chair, leaning back to make his work easier.
“Oh, trust me, you’re not.” His expression went from mischievous to feral as he withdrew my cock, both of us moaning softly. “I’ve been fantasizing about this exact scenario for two days now. And there’s nothing I love more than oral. I’ve waited a solid week now to get your cock in my mouth.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you.” I tried to sound ambivalent, but my harsh breathing gave me away. His firm grip felt so damn good. “This weekend, we’re remedying the bed situation.”
“Are we now, Lieutenant?” He stroked my cock with a lazy touch. He peered down at it with a hooded gaze, the sort of anticipation in his eyes usually reserved for six-layer chocolate cake. “You planning repeats already?”
“You keep looking at my dick like that, and I’ll keep you around indefinitely.” I hissed in a breath as his grip tightened. “But I meant what I said. I’m done fighting this. A down-low summer fling, whatever we call it that gets me more of…” I had to trail off as he delicately licked at my cockhead. “That. This. Everything. Oh god, more of that.”
I stopped making sense as his featherlight tongue traced every ridge and vein. My dick had never felt bigger, harder, or sexier, the way he treated me like such a delicacy.
“Damn, I love reducing you to babble, Lieutenant.”
“Monroe. Say my name again. Please.” I shuddered, ass clenching, the subtle motion of the swing intensifying each soft lick and touch.
“Mmm. Monroe, you taste so damn good.” And then he moaned my name around my cock, and I nearly lost my damn mind. He took me deep, millimeter by sexy millimeter.
“Jesus. You’re a miracle.” I arched my spine, trying to get more delicious contact.
He laughed as he slowly slid back up the length of my shaft. “Nah, I’m just Knox.”
“More, Knox. Please.” I wasn’t above begging when he teased me with only his breath across my cockhead.
“You like it deep? Fast? Slow? Show me.” He moved one of my hands to his head, and my fingers instinctually tangled in his hair. Sometime I wanted to pull his ponytail bun thing loose, luxuriate in all those satiny curls framing his scruffy jaw, but right then, I was more obsessed with guiding him into my favorite rhythm, slow but deep.
He caught on quickly. A gradual, tortuous downstroke, faster on the upstroke with more suction and pressure. I wasn’t porn-star huge, but I was probably north of average, and Knox still deep-throated me with impressive ease. He did this little huffy exhale against the fabric of my pants every time he bottomed out, and it was sexy as fuck. I could see yet again why they called him Rebound, why his friend group relied on him to get back on the dating horse.
Unlike those Rebound groupies, I didn’t have a broken heart, but Knox’s mouth felt like the softest blanket ever, swaddling all the sore and tender spots I hadn’t even been aware of having. But I did. I ached for this man. For his mouth, for this connection. For how damn good he made me feel.
He established a consistent yet devastating rhythm, tongue, lips, and roving hand all working in concert. The sway of the swing was one more layer of sensation, the rocking motion taking the pleasure and spreading it down my hamstrings and up my abs. The weightless sensation was new for me, nothing to tense against like with a mattress or floor, nothing to do but lie back and let Knox have his way with me with his mouth. I loved it.
Absolutely loved it.
Earlier on the roof, I’d had the sort of vague restlessness that had led to ill-advised experiments in bottoming before. An unspecified want I could never quite place or perhaps an itch that never seemed to get scratched, but with Knox, sex was already so different.
Knox made it effortless to hand over the reins to him with the house projects and with sex. An epic orgasm was all but guaranteed, and I trusted him to get me there.
Make that get both of us there. When I returned my gaze to him, he had his own cock out and was idly stroking it with his free hand.
“If you wait, I’ll help you with that.” I was torn between leaning back and closing my eyes or keeping my gaze locked on him until the very last second. He was so hot, the entire picture: wild hair, full lips stretched around my cock, big hand holding my thigh steady while the other played with the tastiest cock I’d seen in a very long time.
“No way. Coming with a cock filling my mouth is one of my favorite things. Not gonna miss my shot.” As if to prove his point, his grip on his dick tightened, stroking becoming more purposeful.