Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
His back hits the full-length window. He pulls off my shirt, collar tearing. We’re limbs and skin and breath slamming together as we both fight to make the other bare.
He kicks denim down my thighs, and I’m going to lose this struggle because he has on high-laced boots that’ll take me a goddamn century to undo.
I slide my hand down his waistband. Finding him aroused beneath boxer-briefs, and I fist him with perfect pressure.
His muscles contract, and he grits down, hot breath through his nose.
“Fuck,” he curses, his hand holding my face, then my throat. Careful, he’s always careful about that.
Farrow palms my cock over my boxer-briefs, then squeezes—fuck me. I growl out a deep noise, my hand in a fist on the window by his jaw.
He whispers against my ear, “You liked that.” He rubs me.
Fucking Christ. My waist moves. Thrusts. Wanting more. And more. And more.
“Fuck, Maximoff,” he grunts.
I clutch the back of his head. “Just fuck me, man,” I groan. Dying.
His cock stirs beneath my hand. “You want to try? Tonight?”
I nod, assured. “Yeah.”
A smile edges across his mouth.
I’ve been impatient at the other hotel stops, and we’ve needed sleep. Though, I’m aware that I usually wake up to him working. But we haven’t progressed me warming up to bottoming in a while. Not since back in Cleveland.
Tonight, that changes.
30
FARROW KEENE
Maximoff’s humility ends in bed, but damn, his ego is warranted. Just kissing him is like a divine awakening.
But I’m here for more than the mind-blowing experience. He’s never trusted anyone how he’s about to trust me, and I take that seriously.
Lying naked on the midnight-blue couch, I bear my weight on Maximoff beneath me. Our mouths crush together, and to keep him relaxed, I don’t rush. Breaths heavy, our hands and mouths explore one another in prolonged, boiling minutes.
Even under me, even more vulnerable, his headstrong confidence doesn’t wane. His entire body bucks up into mine, hand fisting my hair. A hot rock lodges in my throat.
We kiss rougher, and chest-to-chest, pelvises grinding against pelvis, I grip our erections and stroke us together—his calloused hand moves mine away. Taking over, he rubs us. Adding intense friction—fucking hell.
This can’t end before it begins.
I shift my knee and spread his legs apart. Tendons in his neck and thighs pull taut.
“Fuck, man,” he mutters, eyeing my movements more fixatedly. He inches his broad shoulders up the armrest, slightly angled and raised.
I cup his jaw and kiss his cheekbone. “Relax,” I breathe.
He exhales a ragged breath. “Thank you, I didn’t think of that,” he says, all sarcasm.
I roll my eyes into a smile and then I guide his hand off our cocks. “Don’t jack us off, smartass.”
He flexes at my voice. “Fuck,” he growls, head almost lolling back. Damn. He places his palm on my ass, and I drop my foot off the couch. To the floor.
I lean over and unzip the duffel. Lube, check. Dildo, check. Not as long or wide as my dick, but this is the exact brand and size he’s used to. We have to start somewhere, and if he’s done this alone, then he should be able to do it with me.
My mouth returns to his while I coat the length of the dildo. He deepens the kiss, and I hook my arm beneath his knee and then grip the velvet armrest. Elevating his leg.
He breaks our lip-lock, his chest rising and falling like he’s running up a steep hill.
I slowly suck his jawline, his ear, and I whisper, “I’m not going to hurt you, wolf scout.” Trust me.
Maximoff looks straight into me. As though he’s remembering who I am. He sweeps my features: my carved biceps that protectively encase him, and my eyes that caress his forest-greens.
He eases, muscles unwinding. There we go.
He bends his other knee towards his ribs, giving me access, and seizing my neck, he brings my head down to his—our mouths meet. I start smiling, his rough, aggressive kiss fuels my own need. My red hot-veins throb.
Sweat builds on his tanned skin, and I graze his hole with the lubed dildo. He breaks apart from my mouth, and I shake my head. “Relax, relax,” I whisper into a tender kiss.
My voice soothes him. I can clearly tell. His chest collapses in a deeper breath, and his muscles start to loosen.
I study his reactions and push deeper. Arousal parts his mouth. He really liked that.
His grip tightens on my bicep and my ass. Our faces inches away. I keep one hand on the armrest to ensure his leg stays hoisted. But my knuckles whiten, muscles burning.
Fuck, I want to pound my cock into him. I grit my teeth, but my hips arch into Maximoff on instinct.
He bites down, turned on, and his eyes narrow in a glare. Drilling hot into me. “Fuck me, man,” he almost growls out in pleasured agony, his gnarled groan fisting me.