Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Meanwhile the only man Solomon wanted had stayed on the other side of the bar all damn night.
He swore at the injustice, undoing Hugo’s jeans and swallowing hard when the heavy cock was finally in his hands. Everything but the man in front of him disappeared. The way Hugo made him feel… He wanted him to feel it too. Wanted to take him home and lay him out in his bed. Spend days worshipping every succulent—
“You’re the one keeping secrets.” Hugo said, making him look up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. “And you were so shook up last time, I didn’t expect this to happen again.”
Solomon hated seeing the doubt in his eyes. Knowing he was the cause. He traced his fingers along Hugo’s shaft until he shuddered against him. “Oh that’s… Don’t get me wrong, I wanted it to happen. Not expecting it doesn’t mean I don’t want it. I always want you.”
Solomon kissed him again, inhaling that apples and spice scent that drove him wild. He swore he couldn’t even look at a Red Delicious anymore without getting a hard-on. Everything about Hugo made him hard and hungry.
He was so hungry.
“You think it’s different for me?” Solomon asked against his lips. “That I don’t want this every fucking minute? Everyone in the damn bar was trying to catch your eye and all I could think about was how much I wanted to drag you away and kiss you.”
“I’m here now, Chief. So kiss me again before they realize we’ve gone missing.”
Solomon dropped to his knees. “That’s the plan.”
He opened his mouth over Hugo’s erection without hesitation and reveled in his surprised moan. “Jesus, Younger.”
Yes. This was what he’d wanted all night. The taste of Hugo on his tongue. The smooth, wide head stretching his lips, his mouth full of hot hard flesh. He’d never been this aroused giving head before. But it was Hugo. Everything was different with this man.
“God, seeing you on your knees.” Hugo flexed his fingers against Solomon’s scalp through his buzz cut and laughed raggedly. “You might need to let this grow a little. Give me something to hold onto besides peach fuzz while you’re trying to give me a heart attack. Fuck, Younger, your mouth might kill me.”
Anything. He’d do anything as long Hugo kept calling him that and touching him like a lover. As long as he could have the freedom to do this whenever he got the urge.
He stroked his own cock roughly, using his other hand to cover Hugo’s and press it firmly against the back his head, giving silent permission to use his mouth. To fuck him.
“You’re trying to make me lose it quick, but you don’t know how often I’ve imagined you like this.”
He closed his eyes with a shiver and forced his throat to relax when Hugo started to rock his hips forward, shallow thrusts to see how much Solomon could take. “This is more than a kiss or a dry hump in the back of your SUV, Chief Finn. I won’t come in my pants this time, I’ll come down your throat, so I need to be sure it’s what you want. Is it? You want me to fuck your mouth right here in your family’s homey little Irish bar?”
Solomon looked up, his vision blurring as he nodded. He wanted him. Needed this however and wherever he could get it.
Please.
Hugo sucked on his lips, brown eyes intent before giving in, pumping deeper and forcing Solomon to stretch his mouth wide and take more.
“Too bad there isn’t a party here every night. I guess we could always find other hidden corners. Or I could come to your office early one morning, close the blinds and sit in your chair with my dick primed and ready for your mouth.”
Yes.
“From those moans I’d say you like that idea.” Hugo’s thrusts picked up speed. “Is that your fantasy, Chief? You want to break some rules at work? Be bad for a change?”
He did. God help him, he did.
“If you were too bad I might have to cuff you. Bend you over the table and finally take what I want.” He gasped when Solomon swallowed the head of his cock down his throat. “Oh, fuck, Younger. How can I hold back when you’re sucking me like that?”
He reveled in the rough words, the taste of sex and salt in his mouth. All he could think about was pleasing the man who was fast losing his control, grunting every time he hit the back of Solomon’s throat.
“Again. Fuck, again. Take more. Shit, that’s a dangerous skill for me to know about. Now I’ll want it all the fucking time.” He arched his neck, almost snarling as he visibly fought off his climax. “How did a late bloomer like you get so good at sucking cock?”