Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
His question comes out with so much vulnerability it floors me.
What did I think? “What did you think?” I counter.
He chuckles. “I believe you swallowed what I think,” he says, and I laugh.
But then I stop laughing. I truly want to know. “Was I . . . okay?”
Jason sighs in disbelief. “Kiss me,” he demands.
I drop my lips to his and kiss him softly.
“Mmm. You taste so good with me on your lips,” Jason whispers.
I tremble from head to toe. But still, I want an answer.
Jason senses my need because he pulls back and meets my gaze. “You weren’t okay, Beck. You were tremendous. I would love to coach you through sex. It’s so fucking fun,” he says, sounding enthused and dreamy.
I want that so badly.
But this is probably just one night. We’re getting it out of our systems. I’m sure of it.
I’m sure, too, that—
My breath hitches. Oh hell. His hands are on my jeans, popping open the top button. Then he reaches for my hips and lifts me off him. “Want to spread you out on my bed and lick these tats. Then I’m going to give you the best head of your life.”
I go upstairs so fast.
17
THE BEST LAID PLANS
Jason
I don’t think about what a bad idea this is. At this moment, getting my rival off is the only idea. The guy is sprinting up my stairs, but I take my time since I’m swinging in the breeze.
“Last door on the left,” I call out, and he turns into the main bedroom.
“Damn.” He whistles.
I smile, picturing him admiring my bed. “It’s an Alaskan King,” I say as I turn into my bedroom and see him, as expected, standing a foot from my supersize mattress.
“You like space,” he says as I come up behind him. I steal the chance to clasp his shoulders and press a kiss to the back of his neck. He shudders.
“I like big beds, and I like sleep, and I like a lot of room for fucking. And right now, I want you naked on my bed.” I grab a loop of his jeans and spin him around, so he’s facing me.
His brown eyes are hazy and soft, but his dick is nice and hard, tenting his jeans.
Like a beacon for my hand.
I kiss his cheek as I slowly fiddle with the zipper. His neck, as I carefully slide it down. His jaw, as I work the jeans over his hips.
Then he pushes them off the rest of the way, the eager fucker.
Once he kicks them off and his socks too, I push his chest so he falls on the bed. “Was that a quarterback sack?” he asks.
I dig this playful side of him. I always have. I like this side of him even more when we’re naked. He doesn’t trust easily. But I like that he trusts me.
“Yes, and I’m about to give your dick some deep coverage,” I say as I crawl onto the bed, stopping at his thighs so I can slide off his boxer briefs.
I groan as his dick pops free, saluting me.
I climb over him, bracing myself on my palms by his chest. “How do you like blow jobs, Beck?”
“However you want to give me one,” he says, breath shuddering.
“Nope. Tell me what you like. I told you,” I say.
He closes his eyes like he’s embarrassed, then he opens them and shrugs. “I don’t know.”
I blink. “You don’t?”
“I mean, I’ve had blow jobs. They’ve been good. But I’ve only been with one person.”
“Ohhh,” I say, connecting the dots. All his experiences are limited. But it’s a privilege to be the man to introduce him to how good a blow job can be. I’m so damn lucky he came to me tonight, and I want him to feel incredible for trusting me with his firsts. “You want me to take the lead, Beck, and you can just tell me what feels good and what doesn’t?”
“Yes, please,” he says with obvious relief.
Easy enough. I love giving head, so this should be a fiesta. But first, I want to lavish attention on his body. Lick him all over. I dip my face to his chest, kiss the illustrations on his pecs, then flick my tongue over a nipple.
In seconds, he’s trembling and panting. Lifting his hips eagerly.
Hmm. Maybe I should take pity on his dick sooner rather than later. “How about I suck you deep right—”
“Yes, please. I’m so fucking turned on.” His hands fly to my head, shoving me down between his thighs.
I’m going to give him the blow job of his life. I cup his balls, then lick my way up the shaft, and the second my tongue touches him, he trembles everywhere.
This is going to be fun. I inhale the salty, musky scent of him, then groan as I draw him into my mouth. His hands curl through my hair, and he’s panting, thrusting. Moaning.