Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I laugh at the ridiculousness of his question but appreciate the kindness of the first part of his statement. Consent is sexy.
“Come on. Let’s hurry.” I take his hand and drag him toward the back of the bar, to where the office is, and unlock the door. My nerves are hiding behind my excitement for him. No, not for him specifically, but for this moment. To do this wild, sexy, completely unfamiliar thing. Just the thought of it makes me feel like I’m not the kind of guy who would propose to some asshole who was dating me along with half the country. I’m…well, tonight I’m Harry, apparently, but I’m also a hot piece of ass Rylan wants to blow.
We stumble into the office, and the second we do, Rylan’s mouth is on mine. He pushes his tongue past my lips, tasting minty as he presses his hard body against me.
I stumble into the desk, my ass pressed against it, cock throbbing and hard as stone now. He nibbles my lip and feeds me greedy sounds, rutting our dicks together in a way that makes my skin buzz.
Malcolm never kissed me like this. The truth is, he didn’t kiss me a lot at all, now that I think about it. But there was never a hunger to it, never a neediness that I feel in the way Rylan’s tongue invades my mouth and in the press of his palm against my shaft when he slips his hand between our bodies to stroke me through my jeans.
I don’t think it means anything other than what it does, of course. This is about sex and hunger and getting off, but damn, couldn’t Malcolm have pretended to want me a little more than he had? Couldn’t he at least have played the part better? And why hadn’t I noticed something was off?
“We still good?” Rylan asks, mouth journeying down my throat.
“Yeah, just thinking about my ex.”
He freezes. “Hmm. Can’t say a guy wants the man he’s with to be thinking about his ex.”
I chuckle, realizing how that sounded. “Not like that. I was just thinking about how much better this is already. No-strings-attached sex is the best.”
He nibbles at my neck. “And I haven’t even started yet.”
I reach for him when he pulls back, but Rylan isn’t going far. He pushes my suit jacket off, then lifts the hem of my shirt, and considering I’m all for getting naked, I help him along by lifting my arms.
Rylan drops it to the floor, and I immediately go for his tee, getting it tangled on his head, which he laughs at before he tosses it away and… “Holy Mother of God…how the fuck do you look like that?” How does anyone look like that? All firm, cut muscles and golden skin. He’s got a light dusting of hair between his pecs, and abs for days. Aren’t we only supposed to have six of those? It looks like he has more. And the happy trail… I’ve never wanted to explore a trail so bad in my whole life, let it lead me all the way to the bulge beneath his joggers.
“Like what you see?”
“Stop sounding so cocky. How can someone not like what they see? Oh my God. You look like a painting…or a sculpture. Definitely not real. Am I dreaming? Fuck my life. I’m dreaming.”
Rylan gives me that rich, throaty laugh of his. “You’re fucking fun is what you are.”
“You’re the first person to tell me that, but I guess it’s a good thing I have that going for me since you’re clearly not with me because of my body.” It’s not something I’ve ever been insecure about, and I’m not sure I’m insecure now either, but it’s not like I don’t notice the difference. I’m a slender guy mostly, my belly a little soft, and I’m not muscular and… “Your muscles have muscles.”
“You’re exaggerating. And you’re hot.” He leans forward and swipes his tongue over my left nipple, making pleasure shoot to my balls.
“Yes. More of that, please,” I tell him, and Rylan obeys, lashing my right nipple, sucking, then traveling to my left again. I drop my head back, will myself not to wake up if this really is a dream. Hope and pray that I don’t bust my nut the second I’m in his mouth because damn, we haven’t even done anything yet and I already know this will be the best sex of my life.
So far, I remind myself. Because I’m turning over a new leaf to be Slutty Hayes…or Harry.
He laves one nipple, working the other with his fingers, swapping, and then he begins to work his way down, to my non-six-pack abs, and my happy trail, before nuzzling my cock through my jeans.
“This is what I’ve been looking for,” Rylan says, looking up at me as I stare down at him. We don’t turn away from each other, and I think he’s checking for permission before he keeps going, so I nod, and then he’s unbuttoning and unzipping me. He tugs my jeans down, and I’m trying not to die on the spot.