Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I could be his everything if he let me. But I need to earn that.
Just because I’m taking this whole situation as a sign to stop with the back-and-forth, to maybe take down that wall between us that we’ve both been building, that doesn’t mean he’s in the same headspace. If I hadn’t purposefully pushed him away all these years, maybe he’d give in to this opportunity quicker. Maybe he’d believe me when I say I’m here for him no matter what.
The truth is, Dylan Rodriguez could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to him.
Dylan gets to his knees in front of me and glances up, meeting my eyes. “Think you can come in only eight minutes?”
“Only if you don’t tease me first. I need your A game.”
“Mm, that can be arranged. Set a timer.” He frees my cock from my pants while I scramble to find the stopwatch function on my phone.
And like I asked, he doesn’t hold back, and the second his lips are wrapped around me, he sucks hard. The wet heat that surrounds my dick almost has me going off after a couple of seconds, let alone minutes.
But I want to savor every damn minute he’s giving me, so I grit my teeth and breathe through my nose while the muscles in my thighs tense. I try to stave off my orgasm as long as I can, but it’s a fight of wills.
He’s determined to get me off fast, and I’m not sure I can hold out.
Especially when he glances up at me through dark lashes, his mouth the perfect O shape for my cock to dive into over and over again. His cheeks hollow out with every suck, every bob of his head.
It’s a mesmerizing sight, and focusing on that instead of coming is enough to bring me back from the edge, but not for long. Because the longer I watch, the more I fall deeper into the twisted interest I have in Dylan Rodriguez. And knowing that he’s giving himself to me, even if only in a physical way, it’s enough to set my blood on fire.
It feeds my ego and confidence. It makes me a cocky son of a bitch—even more so than usual.
For this reason, I force myself to stay calm and in control. I will not come. I will not come.
And even as I chant that over and over in my head, it’s the smallest thing that sets me off.
Drool dribbles out of Dylan’s mouth, and it’s as if all the nerve endings in my body zero in on the feel of it dripping down the base of my cock and lower.
The very second it lands on my sac, I can’t hold back anymore, and I unleash inside his mouth.
It’s ecstasy and relief all at once, disappointment that it’s over but thankful to be out of my horny misery.
When I have no more cum left in my body, he pulls off my cock with a wet pop and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “How did we do?”
I don’t want to tear my gaze away from him, but I have to. The timer result is surprising because it seemed like an eternity but also too fast. “Looks like I got my nine minutes after all.” I show him the final time.
Dylan rises to his feet and leans over, bringing his lips close to mine. “It’s okay. That last minute was for me.”
I can smell sex on his breath, and as he leans in and kisses me, I can taste my cum.
A moan leaves me before pulling back. “Want me to return the favor, or—”
“Sorry. You’re all out of minutes.” He leaves me where I am, dick hanging out while trying to still catch my breath.
Damn him. He knows exactly how to play me.
Chapter Thirteen
Dylan
I’m already through half a piece of cold pizza by the time Trav comes out of his room fully dressed. I hadn’t planned on blowing Trav then and there. I went to tell him dinner was ready, but then he was asking for lines and rules, and I didn’t want to deal with it. I can’t think about him and me or us while my future is unknown. Not while I have a boss who tried to kill me and a team who is no doubt being fed all the wrong information.
I want to know how Walker is spinning this to other agents. Is he telling them I’m the dirty one? Is he simultaneously saving his own ass while throwing me under the bus? He’s the special agent in charge, which means he has friends in high places. One word from him, and people will believe it.
My entire career feels like a lie. It’s empty. I’m supposed to be changing the world and making it a better place. Hard to do when corruption comes from those who are supposed to be doing the same.