Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
If you still want it after you come, I thought, even though I hated that my brain could be so pessimistic.
I popped off of his dick for a second, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Is that right?”
“It’s a promise,” he said. “If you want it.”
I groaned, dipping low again to suck him off.
“That sounds like a yes,” he said. “I’m going to return the favor and then some, Jamie. I’m going to—oh, God, that is so fucking good, what are you doing with your tongue?”
I was swirling it up and down in little circles, all along the length of his shaft. I took his cock as deep as it could go into my throat after, and the way he started to come undone was one of my favorite things I’d ever seen.
“Fuck, Jamie, if you keep doing that I’m going to come,” he said with a broken breath.
I hollowed out my cheeks around his cock, sucking a little harder as I pulled off with a pop.
“I think you deserve that after the busy day you had,” I murmured. “I want to taste you, Landry.”
And then I went back down, increasing my pressure and my rhythm until he was cursing under his breath and gripping the bedsheets in one of his fists. His other had was placed firmly on top of my head, holding me like I was his—or like he was fucking my mouth. Both were equally hot to me.
“Please,” he whispered a minute later, and when I felt him bucking his hips involuntarily, I knew he had to be close.
I kept up my pace and when he started to come, I held him, taking every last drop and swallowing around him.
I had done that. I had shared this moment with him, making him lose control. A man who was always so in control, giving it all up to me.
I liked that.
“You are fucking perfect, Jamie,” he uttered, and when I caught his glance, I couldn’t believe this was really my life, for a moment.
His amber eyes, his chiseled face. His beautiful, movie-star swoop of hair.
And above everything, the kindness that he showed me.
The phrase too good to be true swirled around in my mind. But he was real, and everything he said seemed true, too.
“You’re not so bad yourself, fake boyfriend,” I murmured to him. “Baby.”
He smiled gently, leaning forward and sitting up so that he could kiss me again.
“Sure as fuck didn’t feel fake to me,” he said.
My heart did a little flip.
If anything, I’d thought he would be the one who would have wanted to remember that none of this was real. That it was just a hookup, and that nothing about it was remotely relationship-adjacent.
“Well, you deserved to come,” I said.
“And I’m keeping my promise,” he told me, raising an eyebrow. “Lay back down on this bed, Marshmallow.”
10
LANDRY
Mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
The word radiated through my mind as Jamie lay back on the pillows, his milky-smooth skin looking so goddamn perfect in the ambient light.
It didn’t matter to me that he wasn’t technically mine. That we were, in fact, fake boyfriends, and that I wasn’t usually even the kind of person who wanted to dream about more.
He was here. And there was no one I wanted more.
I claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. I wanted that slick, wet heat on my tongue again—wanted to taste his sweet mouth and feel him gasp as I squeezed his cock.
“Tell me what you want,” I said against his lips. Sometimes, after I came, all I wanted to do was sleep. But tonight was a different beast entirely.
When I’d come, it had actually shot me through with a different type of energy. Something lustful and possessive. I was still delirious from my fucked-up sleep schedule, and I was beyond being capable of denying myself tonight.
“I—I want you,” Jamie whispered against my lips.
“More specific,” I said, taking his lower lip between my teeth and gently biting.
“Fuck,” he hissed, bucking upward. I could feel his cock pulse every time he got a little more turned on, and each time, it was like a reward.
“I want to hear you say it.”
He groaned. I moved lower, kissing along his neck. His skin was impossibly soft and sweet.
“I want your mouth on me.”
“On…”
“On my cock, Landry. Jesus. Fuck.”
I chuckled, pulling in a breath of air. “I’m sorry. You’re adorable. I shouldn’t tease you like this.”
When I pulled back to look him in the eyes, though, he was smiling too.
“You can tease me all you want,” he said.
“Do you secretly love it?”
“It’s not quite a secret, I don’t think,” he admitted. “I love the way you talk to me. And yes, Landry, I do want to feel your hot, wet mouth around my cock. God, it’s making me drip just thinking about it.”
I hummed, running my thumb through the slick precome at his tip. “I fucking love that.”