Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He pinched me in the side, and I yelped. “Just think,” Cal said with a cheeky grin, “if I hadn’t been trolling for dick in that club, you wouldn’t have an eager man on your lap grinding on your own dick right now.”
He was right, and I was already hard for him after feeling his ass brush against my cock. But I wanted to know more about his conversation with Prescott.
“What else did Pres say? And why would he have made up the thing about selling drugs?”
“I think he’s trying to convince me that if and when I tell you about sleeping with him, he’ll be able to easily discredit me. He also said that I was crazy if I thought sucking your dick was going to result in you hiring me.”
His face turned serious, and I could immediately guess what was coming. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I warned before he could say it.
“No. We both know he’s right. I’m officially withdrawing my request for consideration for the chief mate job. I don’t want to put you in that position after everything that’s happened. Besides, I need to go home after this and spend some time with my family. They’re right. It’s time I stop sulking and put on my big-boy pants about my future.”
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. “This ship and her crew would be lucky to have you, and it has nothing to do with you sucking my dick. Especially considering you haven’t even done that.”
“Yet.”
I grinned. “Well, I hate to assume.”
Cal leaned in and kissed me. It turned hot very quickly, and Cal’s grip on the sides of my face was commanding. To be honest, the young man owned me in that moment whether he realized it or not. Had he asked me for the keys to the ship, I might have handed them right over. I was putty in his hands.
“Fuck me,” he said against my mouth. “Want you in me so fucking badly.”
My heart thundered in my chest, and my cock throbbed. “You’re too tired,” I said stupidly.
“Not.”
“We shouldn’t,” I said with my hand inside the waistband of his pants. I slid my middle finger down between his cheeks to brush against his hole. I wanted to fuck him even though I was trying to be the better person and let him rest.
“We should,” he corrected, reaching for the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. “We really, really should.”
I yanked his shirt off too, since he was going to have to get undressed for bed anyway. All of the skin revealed once it was gone made me salivate. I dropped a kiss on his shoulder and spread my hands across his back.
“I like that you’re so small,” I admitted. “Makes me want to throw you down and do naughty things to your body.”
“Oh fuck yeah. Yes. Please.” Cal’s breaths were coming faster, and his nipples were hard. I leaned down to take one between my teeth. “Throw me down. Do naughty things,” he said between noisy breaths.
I reached down to flick open his shorts before standing him up and shucking them down. Thankfully, that had the unintended side effect of presenting me with his dick at mouth level. I leaned in and sucked the tip into my mouth.
“A service top,” he said, sucking in a breath. “I’ll take it.”
I ran my hands over the rounded cheeks of his ass. Cal’s arms wrapped around my head, and his fingers dragged through my hair. He smelled like the sea, fresh lemons he’d squeezed in his water earlier, and the faintest traces of my own cologne. Smelling my scent on him made me feel savagely possessive and satisfied.
I moved up to tongue his belly button. He had the hottest happy trail of any man I’d ever seen. I dragged my stubbled chin down it to the top of his pubic hair and mouthed his dick again. Cal cursed under his breath before pulling my head back and leaning down for a kiss.
“My turn to suck you,” he said. “Lie back. Get those clothes off.”
He moved past me to crawl onto the bed. His pale butt flashed in the dim light of the bedroom, so I leaned over to nibble on it. He yelped and laughed, pulling away from me.
“Strip, Jon,” he said. “Show me that old-man dick.”
“I just lost my erection,” I lied. “Try again.”
“Nope. I decided as long as you keep judging me for my age, I’m going to judge you for yours. Show me those middle-aged balls.”
I groaned. Fine, maybe he had a point.
“I’m not taking off my pants now,” I said, crawling toward him. “Too bad since someone I know wanted a deep dicking.”
His face was full of flirty mischief which turned me on more than I could express. “Who said anything about deep? I like it really shallow. Even better if you have a short penis. Do you have a short penis, Jon?”