Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
His hands continued to explore as heat started floating out of the shower enclosure. I was in no hurry to speed things along. If he wanted to waste every ounce of snowmelt in Colorado, that was fine by me. Apparently my libido was the opposite of an environmentalist.
“Your body is perfect,” he continued, running his hands up the inside of my thighs until he cupped my balls in one hand and stroked me with the other.
“Your shoulder,” I warned half-heartedly. Was there something less than half-heartedly? If so, that was how weak my warning was.
“It’s fine. Turn around.”
When I spun to face him, I had a hard time meeting his eyes. This was really happening. I was naked with my boss. I was bare-assed with the highest-paid receiver in NFL history. I was getting ready to give a blow job to one of my dad’s players.
Again.
Nerves swooped in my stomach until Tiller reached for my chin with the side of his index finger. Twin divots of worry crinkled his forehead.
“Hey. It’s just us here. Talk to me.”
I met his eyes then and saw such sweet concern and understanding. I saw the man I’d come to care for as way more than a boss.
“What if this is a mistake?” I didn’t want to ruin my chances, but god. I didn’t want to fuck things up with him either. “I don’t want to lose you. As a friend, I mean. Or… anything.”
His hand cupped the side of my face. “Then let’s not do this. It’s okay if you don’t want to. I never wanted to pressure you for—”
I put my hand on his. “No! That’s not what I mean. You didn’t pressure me at all, and believe me when I tell you I do—very much do—want to.”
“Then why do you look terrified?” His smile was kind as he ran a thumb along my cheek.
“I don’t want to fuck us up. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I don’t—”
He shut me up with a kiss and then leaned down and grabbed me around the back with his good arm before lifting me up. I automatically straddled his waist and wrapped my arms and legs around him as he moved toward the shower. I had to step down to the wet tiles to help adjust the temperature of the water while the warm steam immediately landed on my skin.
Once the temperature was just right, Tiller nudged me under the spray but never took his hands or lips off me. He grabbed the bar of soap and started running it all over me, paying close attention to my ass and my junk. My dick was hard, and my balls ached. I finally sank down to my knees and looked up at him through wet lashes. “Can I?”
The look on his face was a heady mix of tender and hungry. He grunted his approval and grabbed my hair gently with his good hand as I leaned in to rub my face along his thick erection.
Fuck, it was a nice dick. Thick and ruddy, hard as fuck. I grabbed it at the base and licked around the head, never taking my eyes off his.
My heart hammered with excitement and lust. I’d dreamed about this so many times, and now it was real. I was getting ready to suck Tiller Raine’s cock.
I was on my knees for the kindest man I knew, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
“Just like that,” he murmured as I began to run my tongue around him and pull him into my mouth. One of my hands clutched the rounded hamstrings on the back of his thigh while the other cupped his sac and rolled his balls. “Oh, god, that’s… fuck. Don’t stop. Please, baby. Just… oh sweet fuck.”
His words only spurred me on. I wanted to do my best for him, to make him crazy with lust until he blew down my throat with a roar. I licked and sucked and pulled until my hair was dripping with shower water and my chin was dripping with spit. Tiller’s hands had moved down from my hair to settle on either side of my face, but they didn’t control me. They simply held me gently and caressed me, at complete odds with the shaking, barely contained energy I felt in his leg muscles.
“Fuck my face,” I managed to say, gasping for breath between swallows.
Tiller’s eyes widened, and his fingers tightened a little on my face, but then he was thrusting tentatively into my mouth. I pulled him deeper with my hands on the back of his legs until he was groaning and fucking into me, crying out that he was going to come.
I moved my hands up to his ass and held him tightly to me when I felt him get close. Even if he hadn’t admitted to a long dry spell earlier, I already knew his health status since he had to get checked all the time for his job. There was no way I was giving up the opportunity to take his load and make him even crazier.