Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Going to let you in on a little secret,” he said, his voice low. “You can have me.”
My cock throbbed. Usually, when people got jealous, I headed for the hills. It had been a turn-off for so many years that it was like my brain had put the concept on a shelf, forgetting about it entirely.
And tonight, it was like Shawn had yanked it out of me from somewhere deep inside. When I’d realized he was a little jealous, it lit me up like my body was a fucking electrical grid, activating parts of me that had been dormant for years and years.
He wanted me that badly. Seeing him get all bashful about the idea of being a little selfish with me only made it better. Made me want to prove to him exactly how fucking crazy I was becoming for him.
I leaned back a little, looking at his half-lidded eyes, catching my breath for a moment. The warm brown of his hair and eyes was so inviting in the dim, warm hotel lighting.
“God damn, why do your eyes have to be so dreamy?” I murmured, running a hand through the hair on the side of his head.
“They’re just… regular. Not striking blue eyes like yours.”
“I could get lost in them,” I said. And for a moment, I was. I knew I could look into those eyes forever and never get sick of it. Could feel safe with him.
Since when was I horny as hell and then caught off guard by someone’s damn eyes? Was I becoming a sap?
A momentary panic shot through me, confirming the crisis of identity that Shawn was giving me over and over again. No. I wasn’t a romantic. I wasn’t the kind of person who got caught up in all of that crap, only to end up with expectations that would only get me hurt.
I was just turned on as hell, and Shawn was hot as hell. And I wasn’t going to be afraid of that.
After staring deeply into his eyes for another moment, I broke the silence.
“Suck me off.”
Those pretty eyes widened, just a little, and I could tell my words had an effect on him. He puffed out a little breath of air, blinking like he’d just been snapped out of some trance.
“Yes, sir,” he said with sarcasm in his voice, but when his gaze flitted downward and then back up to me, I knew he was turned on just from saying that.
“I want your tongue on me until your lips are slicked with my precum,” I said, keeping my voice low as Shawn moved lower on the bed and started to pull down my sweatpants. “And then when you’re hard and desperate just from having my cock in your mouth, I’ll fuck you.”
“I’m already hard and desperate, and you know it,” he said as my cock bobbed free and he tossed my pants away.
“You don’t know the half of it yet.”
I hummed as he closed his eyes and took my tip between his lips. There it was. A tiny moment of relief. I tried my best to center myself. This didn’t have to feel any different than the times I’d been with him before.
This was easy. Fun. And really, really fucking hot.
Then Shawn opened his eyes again, staring right at me as he slowly went down on my cock, and my mind went into mental overload all over again.
“You,” I whispered, watching him hold my gaze as he sucked, “are going to make me crazy.”
He just hummed, flicking his tongue over me.
I slowly rocked my hips, thrusting upward into his mouth as he took my cock like it was a damn gift. I couldn’t help but have a thread of regret rolling through me that he’d seen those messages on my phone. It seemed like the most important thing in the world to make sure he wasn’t hurt. To make sure I was treating him right.
Almost like I had an urge to take care of him. Sure, that definitely included making him come, hopefully very hard and very often. But also… other things. Things that made my head spin.
Use him. Just use him like he told you to. He likes it.
I held the sides of his head and gently guided him off my cock. He looked up at me, a brief confusion on his face. I dragged my thumb across his lower lip and out of nowhere he started sucking on it. I groaned involuntarily.
“You need to get fucked,” I said in a low growl. “Flip.”
He moaned around my thumb and then followed my command, turning onto his stomach on the bed. I liked seeing him like this—his incredibly strong, toned body was honed from years of physical work, and he still somehow managed to look vulnerable as he presented his ass for me. I yanked off his pants and dipped to bite his ass cheek, smacking the other one as I did.