Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“…give him a seductive smile…” I leered at him, grinning crazily.
He laughed. “So seductive,” he mumbled, the words warm against my palm.
“…lure him back to my hotel room…”
Oscar’s eyes tracked over my head, scanning the room. He lifted one eyebrow.
“…and ride him all weekend,” I whispered.
We stared at each other for a long moment, and I felt a flutter of panic. What if this wasn’t what he wanted? What if he was wiser than I was and saw all the ways this could go horribly—
Oscar lunged. His mouth found mine, and the tension that had been crackling around us ignited. Momentum carried us into the room.
“Fuck,” Oscar groaned against me, the sound muffled by my tongue tangling with his. I yanked at his shirt, prying it open so I could run my hands across his bare chest.
His skin pebbled with goose bumps, and he shivered against me. “You’re cold,” I said between kisses.
He skated his teeth down my neck. “No.”
“You’re still wet,” I pointed out.
“So are you. But that’s an easy fix.” He grabbed the remains of his shirt, shucking it off before reaching for mine. His fingers skimmed across my abdomen, up my ribs as he undressed me.
Our clothes hit the floor in a sodden mess, but I didn’t care, and neither did Oscar. We stumbled, knees banging, fingers grabbing, tongues tangling. I fisted my hand into his damp hair, needing him closer.
My back hit the wall by the bathroom door. Oscar pressed a hand to my chest, holding me in place as he dropped to his knees. My cock stood rigid between us, already throbbing.
He took it in his hand and ran the tip down his cheek, groaning, “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this cock.” He had just enough of a five-o’clock shadow to scrape across my sensitive crown. I clenched my ass, thrusting into his touch.
My hands felt too empty. It wasn’t enough to bury them in his hair. I needed more of him. I needed his ass. I needed his cock and mouth… but as I stared down at him, I belatedly noticed the slight shivers that shook his shoulders and the goose bumps that appeared on his arms. The poor man was frozen.
I hauled him to his feet, and together, we stumbled into the bathroom. I wanted to warm him up, get him out of the frigid draft of the air-conditioning… shove him under the hot spray of the shower, and devour him in a cloud of steam.
I fumbled for the knobs on the shower faucet. Within seconds, we were together under the spray, our bodies slick as we rubbed against each other.
The bathroom filled with steam and the sound of our panting and moaning. “Like that. Fuck yes.” I moaned as Oscar ground his cock against mine. He reached for my ass, fingers digging against my flesh.
In the year since we’d last fucked, I’d fantasized about Oscar too many times to count. I’d jacked myself off to daydreams of him eating my ass and fucking my face. There was so much I wanted to do to him. With him. So much I wanted him to do to me.
But here, now, I didn’t have the patience for any of that. There wasn’t time for finesse or fantasies. No time to worry or overthink or even process my emotions. My need for him was too overwhelming. Too primal.
I shut off my brain and let myself feel.
I shoved my fingers in Oscar’s mouth, and he groaned. He grabbed my cock with soapy fingers, pressing it against his and stroking us both together. His breathing was rough and ragged, his movements raw.
I took my saliva-slicked fingers and reached around to slide them between his cheeks. He lifted a leg, wrapping it around my waist, giving me easier access. I found his hole, pressed a finger inside. I didn’t wait, didn’t give him time to adjust before adding a second, then a third.
He cried out in pleasure and maybe a little bit of pain, dropping his head to my shoulder and digging his teeth into the muscle there. His grip around our cocks tightened, and his movements grew more needy. I fucked him with my fingers as he jerked us frantically together.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
I curled my fingers inside him, finding the right spot and stroking it. That sent him over the edge. His hips thrust wildly, and his cries echoed around the tiled bathroom. He came in hot, liquid spurts that drenched my own cock.
The satisfaction of seeing him undone was all it took to tip me over the edge. I pumped myself in his fist, his release making his grip slick. My orgasm ripped through me, overwhelming every sense and thought except for Oscar.
Spent, we leaned against each other, keeping one another from slipping to the shower floor. He turned his head, nuzzling against my neck. His lips brushed over my pulse, and as my chest squeezed at the tenderness of the gesture, I wished there were a way to capture with my camera how beautiful and right this moment was so that I could keep it forever.