Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his hands against my back, stroking down to my ass, then clenching it, pulling my cheeks apart, brushing his fingers along the crease, and making me moan. How could I need him so badly already?
“Undress for me,” I said. “Please. I want to see you too.”
I knew he was gorgeous. I’d looked him up and found so many pictures of him online, pictures of him in a swimsuit, pictures of him with other men and women that made me feel all twisted up inside, even though it was crazy to be jealous. I wanted him to be all mine. For tonight, I could pretend he was.
I reached for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He let me push it down to his elbows before stepping back to pull off one sleeve, then the other.
“Sit down on the bed and touch yourself as you watch me.”
My face burned at the thought of jerking off in front of him, but he’d done it as I’d watched, and it had seemed so natural to him. Surely I could do it too. He wanted to watch, so there was no reason to be embarrassed. I settled onto the bed, spread my legs wide, and wrapped a hand around my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched.”
“I think you figured it out just fine.”
He smiled as he took off his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not in a desperate rush to be naked the way I had.
But I knew his calmness wasn’t real. I’d felt the wild desire in him in the car, in the elevator, in the way he pulled me immediately into his bedroom. I could see it in the tightness of his jaw and the way he held his shoulders. He was putting on a show because he could, because he had that much control, even as desperate as he was. I loved knowing he was just as unbearably horny as I was.
19
MILES
I was surprised I was able to manage to unbutton my shirt as I watched Ben lying there on my bed, legs wickedly spread, his hand slowly stroking his cock, mesmerized by the sight of me undressing. It was enough to make me feel like I could come in a matter of seconds. I was going to have to fight for control tonight and make myself last when the time came for me to be inside him, his tight ass gripping me.
I let my shirt join the pile of clothes on my floor and tried not to think about my suit laying there all crumpled. Marisol would faint if she saw how I was treating one of her bespoke creations, but this wasn’t time for folding and hanging clothes. That would have to come later. I unfastened my pants, and I smiled at him, holding his gaze as I slowly lowered my zipper. Ben’s hand began to move faster and he was gripping himself tighter now.
“Slow down. We have a lot to do tonight.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes. And look and touch and taste.”
I wanted to breathe him in, to have him so close to me I could feel every part of him.
When I pushed my pants down, Ben’s hand sped up again.
“Can’t go slow. You’re so hot and I want….”
I gripped my cock as I stepped out of my pants, sliding my hand in the same rhythm as his. “What do you want, Benjamin? Tell me.”
His breathing grew more ragged.
“Do you want this?” I brushed my thumb over my slit.
“I want all of you.”
My chest tightened. Could I give him that?
I moved to stand between his open legs and pushed his hand away so I could grip his cock myself, working it slowly, sliding my hand over the head with every stroke.
He watched me, chest rising and falling rapidly. When he looked up and our eyes met, I couldn’t keep myself from kissing him any longer.
Ben scrambled up onto his knees so I didn’t have to bend over. Our cocks pressed against each other, and I wrapped my hand around them both, jerking us together. He moved his hips, thrusting into my tight grip, and I relished the feel of him against me. I loved the way he whimpered into my mouth as I tumbled us back onto the bed, needing to be on top of him, to have our bodies stretched out together.
He wrapped his legs around mine, holding me against him. “I need this.”
His words sent in a shiver through me. I needed it too. It was more than wanting, more than simple desire. I needed to claim him. I needed to make him mine. I didn’t want anyone else to ever touch him. I wanted to be his first and his last.
I trailed kisses along his jaw and his neck, then nibbled his collarbone. He arched up, whimpering, using his body to beg me for more.