Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Bedroom,” I said against his lips. I could feel his erection jutting into my stomach, and fuck, I wanted to devour him whole.
He motioned behind him without removing his lips from mine, and as I started moving down the hall, I nearly tripped over something—probably my own two feet—so I stopped, propped him against the wall, and kicked out of my sneakers. My hand circled his nape, and I looked into his eyes. “Tell me you want this.”
“Of course I want it.” He canted his hips forward. “You’re the one who always—”
I didn’t let him finish. I took his mouth again as I rutted against him, my dick stiff and aching.
Panting, I dragged my lips down his neck and nipped at his throat, thrilled at the gasp I drew from him. I gripped the hem of his shirt, tugged it over his head, and tossed it on the floor before bending forward and licking each of his perfectly shaped nipples. Christ, everything about him dragged me further under his spell. His voice, his skin, his smell.
He shivered and moaned as he lifted my shirt and sloppily tore it over my head. He looked me over with hungry eyes before licking my jaw and sinking his teeth in the skin right below my ear.
I groaned as my hips jerked against him. “Naked, now.”
We left a trail of jeans, socks, and underwear down the hallway to his room, and I vaguely noticed the soft bedding before I pushed him down on the mattress and kissed him senseless.
I hovered over Jesse, taking in his flushed neck and chest, his hard, leaking cock, before I sank to my knees and devoured any patch of skin I could reach.
“Feels so good,” he whispered in a reverent tone, as if nobody had taken the time before, and though I knew that couldn’t possibly be true, I reveled in the idea anyway.
From his collarbones down to his knees, I ignored his engorged dick while I licked and nibbled his rib cage, hip bones, and thighs. Settling between his legs, I palmed his heavy sac, paid attention to each of his balls, then buried my nose in his groin, smelling the essence of him. Pretty fucking heady.
For his part, he moaned and whimpered and shivered while burrowing his fingers in my hair and tugging enough to make my scalp smart, which I fucking loved.
“Please touch me before I come all over myself,” Jesse pleaded.
I smirked. “I am touching you.” And before he could argue, I lifted the backs of his thighs to my shoulders.
I inhaled sharply as I got a good look at his tight, pink hole. Fuck. “So pretty,” I murmured. I licked a stripe across his pucker, up his perineum to his sac, and then sucked the crown of his cock into my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he said through a full-body shudder. I loved how rough his voice sounded and how his body responded to my every touch.
“I’m not going to last,” he whined as I used my tongue and lips and a little scrape of teeth to engulf his shaft to the root. His cock fitted perfectly in my mouth, and he tasted so fucking good, I could’ve blown him all night if it wasn’t for my own dick begging for attention.
“Goddamn it.” He yanked at my hair. “Fuck me already, Dane.”
I pulled off with a pop, and then he was scrambling to the bedside table to retrieve the lube and a condom. I watched him, admiring his body—the corded muscles in his neck, the elegant line of his back, and his gorgeous ass, which gave me other ideas.
I sank down on his sheets with my head on the pillow, and when his hooded gaze met mine, I patted my thighs. “Want you to ride me.”
What I didn’t say was that I also liked looking at him. His eyes and face and body, his reactions to my touch. He was gorgeous, and with him facing me, I’d get my fill.
“Fuck yeah,” he said and proceeded to take over like the bossy little bottom he was, sheathing my cock, then rubbing my shaft down so thoroughly with lube, I almost lost my load just from having his hands on me.
When he finally straddled my hips, I spent time with one, then two fingers up his ass while beads of precome from his cock stuck to his abdomen and he became increasingly frustrated with my attention on stretching him. “I can’t…can’t take any more.”
I pulled my fingers free, and he wasted no time lining up my cock to his hole and bearing down on me before I even had time to catch my breath.
My thighs shook on contact as my shaft breached him, and watching his expression transform from awe to sheer pleasure was the exact reason I wanted him facing me. He was so tight, his hole hot and velvety smooth, and in direct contrast with the last time I’d fucked him in that storage room, I wanted to revel in every sensation and take my time with him.