Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I pulled at my own uncomfortable crotch. “Harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life,” I admitted. “So why’d you stop?”
His entire face lightened with relief. “Thought maybe you needed a break.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” I looked around the room as if assessing its decor. My fingers clasped each other again hard enough to turn my knuckles white. “This is nice. I like the… ah… wall color in here.”
My cool act needed a little work.
I looked back at those incredibly green eyes. “Break over,” I declared in a rush. And then I tackled him onto the bed.
12
Charlie
Charlie’s Lament:
Shoulda packed condoms. Size: big.
Hudson caught me off guard, but I was up for whatever he had in mind. If he wanted a male body to experiment on, I’d already decided I was all in. Something about the Yank both put me at ease and revved me up. The man was glorious to look at and even better to touch and taste.
His mouth was on mine before I had a chance to catch my breath. My hands went to the buttons on his shirt and began working them open as fast as possible.
“How many damned things are there?” I gasped between Hudson’s nibbles to my lower lip. “Fuck, get it off already.”
His grin was irresistible as he pulled back and yanked the entire thing over his head, revealing a muscled chest with the perfect amount of dark brown hair covering it.
“Nngh,” I said. “Unghh.”
“Acceptable?” he teased with a shy grin.
I ran my fingertips through the chest hair to feel the taut skin over his pecs. “Mm-hmm.”
Hudson rucked up my T-shirt, exposing my lily-white ghost skin and the few ginger hairs sprinkled over my lame-ass bird chest. His eyes zeroed in on my nipples, and his tongue came out to wet his lips. Those hungry eyes made my stomach tighten in anticipation.
Whether he realized it or not, Hudson was dry-humping my leg with the thickest, hardest cock I’d felt in ages. I pushed up into it without thinking, drawing a deep moan from his throat before his lips landed on one of my nipples. He sucked it into his hot mouth, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I arched back into the mattress.
“Mm-hm,” I repeated, burying my fingers in his thick hair to hold his head against my chest. The suction on the tender nub might as well have been on my dick for how much it was stealing my breath and making my cock leak. I wanted his mouth on me in other places, but I knew that was about as likely to happen with Mr. Wilde-But-Straight as getting first place in the international dog trials with a new pup.
Hudson moved his hands down to work the opening of my jeans. The minute I felt the back of his knuckles brush against the top of my pubic hair, I gritted my teeth against the impulse to come all over his damned hand.
“Fuck,” I blurted. “Fuck, Hudson. You’re killing me.”
I quickly took over and worked the rest of my clothes off as fast as I could while he remained braced above me on the bed. My eyes zoomed in on the pulse point thrumming under the skin on the side of his throat. Once my clothes were off, I went to work on his until we were both blessedly naked on the bed together.
“Look at you,” he murmured, shifting onto his side next to me so he could run a hand down my chest to my lower belly. My dick jumped as his hand got near it, and I squeezed my eyes closed to will his grip closer to where I so desperately needed it. I knew he needed time to get used to all of this dick business, but I wasn’t sure how much patience I had for it.
Hudson trailed his fingertips through the trail of hair between my navel and the nest of curls at the base of my cock.
“Red,” he murmured. “Red everywhere.”
“You’re killing me,” I said under my breath. “Seriously. Just fucking kill me now and get it over with.”
He grinned up at me like he’d discovered a new planet. “This is sexy as hell. A happy trail surrounded by so much smooth, pale skin.” His eyebrows furrowed as he traced his fingertip over to my hip. “I can see your hip bones. Makes me want to feed you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Hudson. I know I look twelve years old.”
His eyes locked on mine, the blue-green shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. “No. You’re perfect, Charlie. I’ve never seen anyone as enticing as you.”
Oh fuck this. No. No sweetness. No tenderness. It’s one fucking night. His experiment. Don’t fall prey to those meaningless words from his gorgeous lips.
“Suck my cock,” I commanded in a gruff voice.