Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Hey, babe.” I addressed Kage over my shoulder, leaned my elbows on the counter, and pushed back toward him. My ass teased against the tempting bulge in his jeans. “You think that’ll be enough condoms for tonight?”
Kage wrapped his fingers around my hips and squeezed. “We can always come back if we run out,” he said.
The cashier scanned the box and fumbled nervously, trying to get a plastic bag open and drop it in.
Meanwhile, Kage lowered his head to mine and said low in my ear, “You’re playing with fire pushing against me like that.”
I pushed again, and Kage smacked my ass so hard with his open palm, the shock wave sent my upper body sprawling across the counter. My arm scraped elbow bumped into the gum display, and I winced in pain. A few packs fell out onto the counter— nothing compared to the condom aisle fiasco, but embarrassing nonetheless. So much for showing the cashier who was superior.
“Um, sorry,” I said, straightening myself up and sticking the gum packs back into the display.
“That will be seventeen-twenty-nine,” the cashier said in the flattest, most annoyed voice I’d ever heard.
Kage swiped Jason’s card through the machine, then we took our bag and got out of there. When we reached the sidewalk, I opened my mouth to say something sexy or suggestive, but instead my voice came out all timid and unsure. “What are we doing?” I looked up into his shrouded face, unable to read what was there.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, pushing his hood off of his head and moving toward the Alcazar entrance. “Walking home, I guess. That’s as far ahead as I can think right now. Shit’s all fucked up, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” And I did.
The lobby of the hotel was empty except for a lone desk clerk I’d never met, but the casino sounded like it was still hopping. Kage pushed the button for the elevator and looked over at me. “You’re too fucking skinny,” he said. “You’re not getting enough calories.”
“I could say the same about you,” I countered. “You look like you’ve lost at least twenty pounds.”
“I’m supposed to be losing weight. You’re not.”
“You don’t like the way I look?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I hadn’t considered that Kage, as body conscious as he was, might not find me attractive anymore.
The elevator doors slid open, and we stepped onto the empty car. Kage hung the drugstore bag on his left wrist, stuck his key card into the Penthouse slot, and stalked me into a corner as the doors closed behind us.
“What are you—”
“Shhh…” He put a hand over my mouth, silencing me. “God, you make me so fucking hard.”
He unzipped his pants and took out his cock right there in the elevator. I glanced down at it, my breathing getting shallow and fast at the sight of it, so thick and hard. Then he bent his head to kiss me and started stroking himself. Kissing and stroking, slow and steady, entraining my heartbeat to his hypnotic rhythm. All I could do was return his kisses, licking into his mouth with slow, wet glides of my tongue. All the while, he kept claiming my mouth and stroking his cock, keeping up that deliberate rhythm.
When the elevator doors opened on the Penthouse hallway, he palmed the back of my head with his free hand and maneuvered me out. The plastic bag hanging from his wrist rustled against the middle of my back as we moved through the doors and out into the hallway. He only paused to pull his keycard from the slot. I had a fleeting thought that it would be really awkward if Kage’s uncle had been standing outside his door or something, but the hall was clear and deathly quiet.
With only minimal interruption, Kage was able to work his keycard into the door and get us into the apartment, where he promptly dropped the bag and keycard to the floor. Then, still stroking himself, he pushed me down onto my knees.
I groaned and parted my lips, wetting them with my tongue, getting ready to take his cock in my mouth. God, I had missed that thing. Missed the taste of it, the feel of it, the scent of it.
“You want this cock in your mouth?” he asked, continuing to stroke in that same maddening rhythm.
I nodded.
“Say it.”
I swallowed, feeling vulnerable. “I want it. I want your cock in my mouth. Please…”
He didn’t put it in my mouth, though. At first he only rubbed the head against my lips as he continued to stroke himself. I felt the precum slicking up my lips and darted out my tongue for a taste. I shuddered, and he slapped his dick several times against my lips hard enough to feel the sting.
Just as he was about to pull away, I lunged forward and caught it in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and slurped, a starving man with his first taste of sustenance in days. But Kage wouldn’t let me set the pace. He grabbed a handful of my hair and started working my head up and down just how he wanted it. He shoved my head down so far, I choked on it, then pulled my head back up and waited for a beat as I gasped for air. He gave me a few shallow strokes to collect myself, then pushed me back down and choked me again and again, until nothing existed but me, the cock in my mouth, and the guy who owned us both.