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)
“It was.” Monroe steered me toward the stairs as Wallace came out to greet us. “And now you need rest.”
Scooping up Wallace, I made a comically rude noise to make Monroe laugh. Wallace jumped right back out of my arms, fleeing toward the third floor.
“Seriously, I’m too wired to sleep.”
“I can help with that.” Pushing me into the bedroom, Monroe pulled at my T-shirt until I got the idea and helped him undress me. And him. I might be tired, but I was entirely on board with the sex-before-sleep plan. As soon as we were both naked, I attempted to drop to my knees, my mouth already watering, but Monroe gently shoved me back onto our bed.
“None of that.” He straddled me, effectively trapping me. I had to smile at his unusually bossy mood. Knowing I could easily reverse our positions had me more willing to go along with whatever agenda Monroe had. After giving me a sound kiss on the mouth, he stroked a hand down my chest. “I’m going to take care of you tonight like I promised. “
“But I like taking care of you.” I made a pouty face that would ordinarily work on him, yet when I reached for his cock, he batted my hand away.
“I know. But it’s my turn now.”
“I—ah.” I started to protest, then had to moan as he leaned forward and captured my nipple in his mouth, worrying my nipple ring with his tongue. I let out a shaky laugh instead. “Okay. That’ll get you whatever you want.”
“Good.” He gave me a fierce look. “Lie back and let me love you.”
“When you put it like that…” I made a happy noise as Monroe repeated the attention on the other nipple. He seemed singularly focused on maximizing the full value of my piercing, a slim silver ring, as he alternated licking both nipples and flicking them with his fingertips, making the ring dance and sparks sizzle up my spine.
Abandoning my sensitized nipples, he kissed his way down my stomach, leaving a love bite on my ribs, making me that much more desperate for him.
“More.” I rolled my torso, trying to get his kisses lower to where my hard cock was bouncing on my abs.
“That’s it. Tell me what you want.” Sliding backward, he stroked my stomach with his palm, tracing all around my aching cock. “This is for you. Whatever you want tonight.”
“Don’t want to be greedy.” Mumbling, I turned my head toward the pillow, but Monroe turned it back, peering deeply into my eyes.
“Be greedy. Please,” he demanded, and as always, that please did it for me. Like him, I wasn’t used to asking for things solely for myself, especially in bed. We were both givers, but if Monroe wanted specific direction, I could try.
“Suck me?”
“Gladly.” He slithered between my legs with a wink. “Thought you’d never ask.”
As much as I loved sucking cock, getting oral was always a little uncomfortable, all the attention on me, worrying about whether my partner’s jaw was getting tired, whether I was taking too long or too short a time to come, whether they were truly into the act or merely hoping for a trade. All that. It ordinarily kept me locked inside my brain, unable to fully let go.
But Monroe had spent all summer proving he was different. He gave me pleasure because he wanted to, not out of any quid pro quo obligation, and when he took my cock in his mouth, he moaned right along with me. The sounds he made when he sucked my cock were my favorite part, happy hums, sexy groans, and wet, overtly sexual noises.
I loved how my neat-and-clean guy had no problem getting messy with sex, his saliva coating my cock and his lips, some smearing across his smooth jaw. I reached down for the sole purpose of rumpling his perfect hair, but he nodded, moaning around my cock, grabbing my hand and holding it tighter to his head.
“Monroe.” My voice came out more anxious than I’d intended, and he glanced up.
“It’s okay, baby. I want it. Fuck my face.”
“I haven’t…” I trailed off, but he’d get my meaning. I’d never fully let go with another person like that, always felt a little guilty about going too hard or too fast.
“Trust me.” He held my gaze. “Use my mouth, Knox. Please.”
“Well, since you said please.” I let out a shaky laugh that turned into a moan as soon as he resumed sucking, deep and hard, faster and faster until I clutched his head.
“That’s it.” His face was damp, lips swollen, and he looked as happy as I’d ever seen him. He wasn’t lying. He wanted this, and knowing that, I gave in to the impulse to direct his mouth. Gently at first, guiding him up and down to the rhythm that would get me there.