Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I wrapped my tongue around him, savoring the taste and the weight of it, the aliveness of it. The sounds of his irregular breathing and grunts of pleasure spurred me on until I was slurping and gagging like some of the men I’d seen in videos online. Holy shit, I’d been missing out all these years.
Or maybe not. Maybe it was only this good because it was Bash.
“That’s it,” he ground out. “Fuck, Rowe. Fuck. Don’t tell me you haven’t done this before.”
I blinked up at him, my wet lashes sticking together. Before I could move off him enough to speak, he brushed his giant palm along my cheek. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Get up here.”
He pulled me back on top of him until our mouths crashed together in a hungry series of deep kisses. “Haven’t,” I heaved between kisses. “Haven’t done it. Promise.”
“Shh. ‘S’okay. C’mere. More.” Now who was the caveman? Hearing how affected he was by this, by me, was heady. It made me want to do whatever I could to drive him even crazier.
Bash’s hands gripped my ass and squeezed roughly, making my dick painfully hard. I arched into his belly with a whine, seeking friction. I wasn’t exactly sure what was supposed to come next, but I knew it needed to include an orgasm. Preferably quickly.
He hooked a muscular leg behind mine and pulled it, rolling us both over until he was on top of me again. He ground his cock into my hip and reached down to stroke me with his large fist.
“Bash,” I croaked. “Want to come. Make me come.”
His hand moved down to my balls before one of his fingers brushed behind them and across the tender skin of my hole. The needy sound I made would have been humiliating if I’d still given any fucks at that point.
“So empty there, isn’t it? Poor Rowe. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll fix that.”
He knelt up and spat into his hand before gripping my cock again and sucking on the middle finger of his other hand. When he slid the finger inside of me and jacked me at the same time, I untethered from Earth completely and flew straight into the stars. Hot fluid landed across my chest and belly as I arched up and cried out.
The orgasm was as different from anything I’d experienced before as… well, as Linden was from New York. Rather than a simple release, it felt like my entire mind had separated from my body, leaving me loose-limbed and euphoric.
In a dim part of my brain, I wondered if I’d inadvertently unlocked a happy whore from inside of myself who would wander the world from here on out in search of greater and more mind-melting orgasms now that I knew what was possible.
Bash released his hold on me to shuttle his fist over his own cock while hungrily eating me up with his eyes. His gaze flicked from the jizz splattered across my skin to the little tattoo on my hip to the patchy flush that surely mottled the skin of my chest and neck to the glassy eyes I probably blinked at him dreamily. I couldn’t imagine any of that was particularly sexy, but the total picture seemed to be working for him. His breath went choppy, his fist flew faster, and my breath caught at the pure want written on his face.
I reached out to run my fingers over the tight skin of his balls, and that was it.
When his release hit, the view was enough to perk my dick up again in a pathetic attempt to get back in the game. Bash barked out a curse, the tendons in his neck stark and the look in his eyes wild. The rhythm of his pumps faltered as his cock erupted all over me, mixing with what was already there—physical proof that the dirtiest, sexiest interaction I’d ever imagined had actually happened.
“Fuck,” I breathed, trailing my fingers through the combined fluid. “Oh my god.”
Bash hovered above me, and his eyes met mine for a long beat while the air around us seemed to pulse with… something. Attraction. Pleasure. Connection.
It was enough to make me wish I could erase the past couple of days and be honest with him from the start. Enough to make me wish I could actually be Sterling Chase, just so I could have the possibility of a future with a man like Bash.
“Already scheming again?” Bash accused fondly. He flopped down on the bed beside me, still breathless, eyes closed.
Could you scheme about telling the truth? I didn’t think so.
“No scheming. I… I like you,” I blurted.
He chuckled. “Believe it or not, I figured that out, sweetheart. Somewhere between ‘want to come’ and ‘oh my god.’” He smirked. “I like you, too.”
I shook my head. I didn’t mean that I liked sex with him—although, Jesus Christ, that, too.