Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“Kick your shoes off,” I whisper against his lips.
“So fucking bossy,” he mutters, but his loafers go flying.
I crouch down, shoving his slacks and boxers down his legs.
“Swear to fuck, Archer. If you put your mouth on me, I’ll never make it in your ass.”
Instead of testing it, I let his cock sweep down the stubble on my face as I lift one leg and then the other to pull his clothes free.
It has the desired effect, making him groan, but what does surprise me is him gripping a handful of my hair in one hand and his dick in the other as he proceeds to run the tip along my cheeks, over my chin and across my lips.
“That’s the best fucking thing in the world,” he whispers, his eyes focused on my face as precum leaves trails of wetness on my skin.
“I’m not going to hold you to that,” I say, standing in front of him.
I step back when he leans forward to press his mouth to mine. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss him. I so fucking do, but I know that he’s going to swirl that tongue over mine, grab my dick, and then we’ll end up stroking each other to completion, and that is not how I want the night to go.
“That’s fucking mean,” he grunts. “Give me your mouth.”
He grabs me before I can slip away to grab the supplies I had delivered earlier.
In the next breath, his lips are on mine, tongue begging for entrance. I give in because I just can’t refuse him. The kiss is over too quickly, as if he just needed a little taste to take the edge off.
I take a step back, licking my lips. “You lied to me. You taste like tequila, not whiskey.”
He grins, reaching down to tug off his socks. “The honeymoon is in Mexico. They kept with the theme for the bachelor party.”
“That just means you still owe me.”
“Deal,” he says. “Now, are you going to get on the bed and stick your ass in the air, or what?”
I tug open the bedside drawer and pull out the bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. “I just need a few minutes.”
“For what?” he asks when I hand him the condoms and start to walk to the bathroom.
I look down at the lube and back up at him. “I need to prep.”
“You can’t do that in front of me?”
“You want to watch me finger my ass?”
He shakes his head, and although it shouldn’t, it makes me a little sad.
“I want to do it.”
Just like it did the day he bent over to grab his shoes in the locker room at his condo building and I got a glimpse of his sac, my jaw fucking hangs open.
“You said you’ve never been with a guy.”
“I’ve fucked an ass or two, Archer.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing with how serious his response is. “You really want to? I thought—”
“If I had any reservations,” he says, walking up and swiping the lube from my hands before grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed, “about any of this, I wouldn’t be doing it. Get on the bed and show me your hole.”
And he was worried about coming in five seconds? My nuts draw up close the second my back hits the mattress, but I waste no time spreading for him the way he insisted.
He pauses at the sight of me, his eyes locked between my legs.
“I have no fucking clue why this turns me on so much,” he says as he climbs on the bed.
He drops the lube, his hands coming up to press against my knees.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Never wanted anything more,” I manage.
“You’re shaking,” he says, leaning over me until his mouth is an inch from mine.
“I’m excited,” I tell him, trying to explain my nerves away.
“I can tell,” he says, rolling his hips. His cock lines up perfectly with mine, soft, velvety steel—the same as mine.
I moan his name, the sound a plea and a thank you all rolled into one.
“Jesus,” he hisses, his head pulling back before his lips meet mine.
I watch him as he curls his head down to watch himself sliding against me. His mouth hangs open, his breaths rushing out.
“You’re going to make me nut,” I warn, and it’s enough to slow his hips but not stop them completely.
“Why does it feel so fucking good?”
I don’t answer, not even when my mouth wants to say because it’s you and me and we’re meant for each other.
I have some experience, very limited, considering Fletcher is the only other man I’ve been with. I was never brave enough to give in to that side of me until him, but even my first time doing this didn’t feel this good, and that’s not a mark against my former friend. We shared some really amazing times together. This moment is out of this world because of Brooks, and that scares me to death. He has a real power to hurt me because as much as I’ve tried, I can’t stop feeling things for this man.