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)
I nodded, not trusting my voice. Instead of speaking, I pulled his sweater up and over his head, tossing it gently onto a nearby chair.
Slowly, Oscar began to unbutton his shirt. His eyes remained locked on mine. My mouth went dry.
He pulled the tails of his shirt free of his pants, and I couldn’t resist dropping my gaze to his chest, letting my eyes travel down the ridges of his abdomen to where his dark happy trail disappeared into his low-slung pants that were already bulging.
Heat bloomed inside me at the sight of that bulge. I noticed then the other tells of his arousal. The shallower breaths, the flush along his shoulders and neck. The lazy smile as he looked me over. When his eyes landed on my own tented trousers, they stopped and flared.
“You planning to keep those on?” he asked, his voice husky.
I swallowed and shook my head.
He reached out and started working on my shirt first. His movements were teasing and slow, his fingertips barely brushing against my heated skin as he worked his way down toward my pants. I was nearly trembling with desire by the time he pushed the shirt from my shoulders, stepping closer so that he could ease it down my arms before letting it drop on the floor.
We were both shirtless now, the heat of him radiating against my bare chest. Technically, our game of pretend had ended the moment we’d left Abby’s party. We could set it aside for the night and pick it back up in the morning before brunch. But why bother worrying about technicalities now? Especially when I had Oscar half-naked in front of me, his cock straining and ready, my own pulsing with desire.
I reached for him then, my palm moving to the back of his neck. That was all it took to break whatever spell had been holding us apart. We crashed into each other, our bodies colliding, mouths hungry.
It had been too long since I’d had this—had him. Our tongues tangled, his taste flooding me. I groaned, wanting more. He ground his cock against mine, and I grabbed his ass, hauling him closer.
Dimly, I became aware of other sounds in the room—the low hum of air from a heating vent, the metallic click of my belt buckle when it hit the floor, and the irregular in and out of Oscar’s own breath.
I ripped myself away from him, panting. I looked at him, his lips swollen and the pupils in his eyes blown. Fuck, the man was gorgeous and sexy as shit.
He never stopped touching me. His hands moved from one article of my clothing to the next as if on a critical mission, never stopping until I was fully undressed the way he clearly wanted.
I skimmed my lips along his jaw, down his neck, burying my head against his shoulder. The familiar smell of him overwhelmed my senses, sending my pulse into overdrive. You could blindfold me in a crowded room and I’d be able to find Oscar based on scent alone and how my body instantly reacted to it.
I swallowed a groan, lapping at his sensitive skin, reveling in the feel of his cock so rigid against my hip. I pushed against him until his legs collided with the side of the bed. With a startled breath, he collapsed onto the mattress.
I lunged toward him, reaching for his belt and sliding it free. I pried open his button and yanked down his zipper, ordering him to lift his hips so I could divest him of his jeans. Then he was naked in front of me, sprawled on the bed with one knee bent and falling open to the side, baring himself to me.
“Fuck,” I growled. I slid my hand down to my own cock, wrapping my fingers around myself and squeezing. His dick was thick and full, already swollen, just like mine. There was something so wickedly wrong about him lying on this luxurious bed, high above the city lights, waiting for me.
I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him. His eyes gleamed in appreciation and anticipation. As I neared the bed, I pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, then another higher, and again higher. Oscar groaned, hands fisting in the bedspread.
I kissed closer and closer until I could lap at his sac before trailing my tongue up the length of him, pressing a kiss to the slit in his head. “Such a tease,” Oscar hissed.
I grinned against his cock, pausing to let the heady scent of him overwhelm me. Then I took him in my mouth, slowly sliding my lips down his shaft. He sucked in a breath, groaning when I hollowed my cheeks, sucking on him.
I’d intended to go slow. To take my time with him. But the minute the taste of his precum hit my tongue, I couldn’t stop myself. My reaction was animalistic—instantaneous. I started to bob my head faster, lavishing him with my mouth.