Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Considering how fast he pulled out and bent over the desk, I figured he was more than ready for the same. I reached for the lube and slicked up my cock, and then I positioned myself behind him and, inch-by-inch, pushed my way in.
It wasn’t until I was balls deep the frenzy settled slightly. My need to come was over-fucking-whelming, but simply being with him satisfied me for the moment.
I kissed his neck and stroked every inch of his body I could reach. Buttons were unbuttoned, and clothes fell to the floor. But even with his naked body pressed against mine, close wasn’t close enough. I'd never fucking felt that way before.
"Gimme your mouth." I drew a shallow breath and cupped his cheek, and he turned his head to meet me in a kiss. "I'll never get enough of you."
He whimpered into the kiss, and his hand slid down my side, back to my ass. "Me neither—fuck, I…" He shivered. "Never."
With a firm hand on his hip, I drove in deeper and stroked his cock with my right. The kiss didn't break. It was sloppy, messy, needy as fuck—until it was just mouth on mouth and heavy breaths. The occasional nip, the occasional taste.
My body strained and burned.
"I'm so close," he groaned.
"Yeah." I gritted my teeth and sped up, chasing my orgasm.
He tried to say something, but no sound came out. Instead, he fell forward, his hands thudding against the desk, and a violent shudder made him quiver. Warm come filled my hand as he started coming, and I lost it right away, thankfully before he became too sensitive.
Sweet mother of…
I was exhausted.
A shiver traveled down my spine as my cock pulsed with the last drops. I felt feverish and sticky, but even as a blanket of perfect satisfaction covered me, the smell of us made me want more. The relief I'd initially felt with Julian was kinda constant now, but that heavy rush had been replaced with something much more intense.
Actually, it had been there a while. Now, it was only becoming a struggle to contain it.
"Shower and bed?" he croaked sleepily.
"Bath," I murmured. "I wanna feel you up and make sure I wasn’t too rough earlier with the belt."
He laughed softly then winced when I drew out of him. "Noah, you made one of my biggest fantasies come true with that spanking. Hot damn."
I chuckled and pulled him close for a hug. "I'm thrilled to hear it."
He kissed my sternum and then smiled up at me, all sated and lazy. "You're the first I want to explore with. For real. I mean…some fantasies, you kind of need to trust the person."
He was the sweetest fucking man. He humbled me, too. And the thought of him with someone else now…?
I kissed his fingertips, then his forehead. "Thank fuck you're mine now. You've turned me into a possessive bastard."
"I sort of like that, though." He grabbed my hand and began walking us to the bathroom. "I suppose you'd be pleased to know your cock is still the only one I've sucked off."
I groaned and hugged him from behind. "Ridiculously pleased. I'm screwed in the head, but I don't give a shit."
He laughed and reached around me to pinch my ass. "It's all good. It's relaxing, in fact. Now I know I'm not the only one feeling irrational at times."
Yeah, this honesty was good for us. We should've done it sooner.
Chapter 18
We finished earlier on set the next day, so after dinner at the hotel with Julian and the crew I worked closest with, I grabbed some essentials I'd ordered. Then he and I got in a taxi to the Trocadéro, which was, in my opinion, the best place to see the Eiffel Tower.
The gardens spanned out over a hill that sat right in front of the tower, lawns on both sides of a spectacular and, of fucking course, phallic-shaped fountain. It was Europe.
"Are you going to tell me what's in the backpack?" Julian asked.
"Romantic shit." I smirked down at him and gave his hand a squeeze.
He chuckled and kissed my shoulder.
The steps were packed with tourists at the top of the hill, but the crowds thinned out a bit as we descended. Checking my watch, I saw we had just missed the hourly spectacle where the tower sparkled like the rock on some Hollywood diva's finger, but it was all right. We had time.
"Tired?" I murmured, catching him yawning.
I was running him ragged on set, but he took it like a champ, and he was good at what he did. When I didn’t need him, he continued working closely with Tennyson, writing and composing, so Julian didn’t get much more sleep than I did.
He smiled crookedly. "A little, but it's mostly a food coma."
Well, I had dessert covered when he was ready.