Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
It’s so fucking hot that he lets me do this.
“Me? Not this guy?” he smirks and flips the page to another shot of the same guy, this time on his knees and showing off his ass to the man in nothing but ink and tall leather boots.
Is it arousing? Yes, but hardly my focus, when I’m giddy about Clyde being playful with me. I swear he’s even shifted closer so my fingers are higher up his leg.
“I’d do him,” I say and push my other hand under his T-shirt, running it up his muscular back while I breathe in his warm skin. “But you’re prettier, Blue Eyes. Now that you showed me this place, I’ll think about you on your back on this bare floor, spreading yourself as I blow all my juice inside you.”
His breath speeds up, and he’s not even looking at the porn anymore. All his attention is on me, and I feel like the center of his universe when I cup his crotch and find his cock rock-hard. Clyde lets the magazines slide off his lap and to the floor. “I want to see your dick,” he demands breathlessly as his gaze caresses me neck to thighs.
Fuck yes.
But as devil choirs roar in my ears, I manage to restrain the impulse to pluck it out myself. I didn’t have him yet, and there is an art to the lure. “This is a buffet,” I tell him and rub my palm over his crotch, watching him shiver and grab onto my T-shirt, as if he were about to faint.
It’s like we’re two beasts circling each other and testing each other’s boundaries. He’s the stag with his antlers lowered, I’m the wolf trying to get a bite.
He rocks against my hand as he reaches for my belt, but when he opens it, bent my way in the seat, he pulls back to my endless disappointment. What now? I don’t want to think anymore.
“Fuck it,” Clyde mutters and slides off the couch, knees first.
Before I know it, he’s between my thighs, unzipping my jeans without a single glance into my eyes, and while I want to see the glint of lust in his, this moment feels fragile. I don’t want to scare him off by saying the wrong thing. So I watch, my dick throbbing. The sound of the zipper is the start signal, but I rein myself in, watching the red flush spread over Clyde’s handsome features.
Finally, the fateful exchange from months ago led us here. We could have both been dead, so as risky as it is, I don’t want to live on with yearning and regret.
I want this. I want him. And he wants me.
Nothing simpler in the world.
Clyde takes a moment to caress my lower stomach before pulling down my jeans and underwear just enough to reveal my stiff dick. It bobs in front of his face and I can only hope he won’t stall too long. He inhales deeply as if he wants to smell me while he wraps his fingers around my cock.
He has such a good face—handsome, borderline regal—and soft hair I want to feel on my bare thighs. But, more importantly, he’s here because he wants me. Because he needs me, and I watch him contemplate my tool. Thick, quite long, it must be intimidating to a guy who’s never given head, so I push a strand of hair behind his ear, then rub his scalp in soothing circles.
I want him to dream about my dick, not worry it might cut off his breath.
Clyde takes his time exploring my cock with his fingers, even rubbing the head with his thumb, and it’s already blissing me out of my mind. He glances up, red in the face as if he’s fallen into slices of raw beetroot, and opens his mouth as if to say something, but then changes his mind and goes for it.
As soon as his hot wet mouth sucks in my cockhead, I moan, so happy I could come on the spot. I’ve been blown by girls way more experienced than him, but my pleasure is not about skill level. The sight of Clyde Turner kneeling between my legs, wide shoulders tense, eyes closed as my cock dips into his mouth is better than even the sloppiest, deepest head I’ve ever gotten. He’s fucking beautiful, but the scar running across his eye somehow only enhances the harmony of his features, an ornament rather than a flaw. And I have this handsome rogue on his knees for me.
Chapter 14
Clyde
My head is as hot and throbbing as the dick in my mouth. I’m so hard I’ll need to open my pants soon, but I don’t want to take my hands off Road. The way he smells down here should be distilled and sold as aphrodisiac. I push his T-shirt up so I can see his stomach muscles move. He’s inked, he’s hairy, he’s rigid to the touch and I can’t get enough.