Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Each touch makes my skin light up.
His fingers dance lower on a hunt for my shaft again, but just as he gets close enough, I slide down his body.
Drop my face to his chest.
Plant a soft, tantalizing kiss on his pec.
Grant groans, twisting under me.
“Mmm. Need to do this again,” I say. I tug on his nipple piercing and his hips shoot up.
“God,” he grunts, sounding lost, utterly lost.
I smile against his chest. “I’m learning things about you, rookie.” Another lick, another flick.
“Yeah? Like what?”
I raise my face. “I think you like nipple play,” I say with a dirty grin.
“I think you’re right,” he rasps out.
“But do you like this . . .?”
I make my way down his body, sweeping slow, lingering kisses on the ladder of his abs, the dip of his V, then along his pubic hair, dragging my nose through the wiry, dark blond hair, indulging in a long, deep inhale till I’m dangerously close to the cock that I want to suck.
My whole body thunders with want.
My lips ache to draw him in deep.
“Suck it, please,” he moans, pushing on my shoulders.
I want to give in, but I’m dying to give him something he’s never had, and I won’t deviate from the plan. “Uh-uh. Not yet. We made a deal.”
“Does the deal involve you torturing me?”
I kiss his hip, getting drunk on the taste of his skin, that showered, soapy scent that makes me crazy. “Do you dislike my brand of torture, rookie?”
I punctuate my question with a brush of my tongue across his abs, then down to his pubic bone, so my jaw bumps against his hard cock.
“You. Are. Killing. Me,” he growls.
I laugh lightly against him, then give in for a second, kissing the tip of his dick. Just the tip. That’s all. But the salty taste of his arousal is a jolt to my senses.
A hit of the best stuff.
It invigorates me, trips all my switches. I am a slot machine hitting the jackpot, clanging and flashing.
I kick the tease-him plan to the curb and cover his body with mine, our cocks lining up like horny soldiers falling into formation.
“Ohhhhh,” he rasps, his lips parted, his breath coming in harsh stutters.
His hands fly around me, grabbing my ass, tugging me closer. He grinds up against my dick, his sliding right next to mine, the friction making my balls sizzle.
“Do that again,” I tell him.
He does as he’s told.
“Yes. God. I want this so much,” Grant says, and every single word sends sparks shooting across my skin.
Knowing he’s saying them for the first time, that he’s feeling this for the first time, that he’s never rubbed off with a man before is such a high.
But I want it to be even better for him.
I want him to be in control.
And, not gonna lie, I want to watch him as he takes over. As he experiences the power shift.
I push up on one arm and reach for the lube on the nightstand with the other. “Get on me,” I murmur, then I flop onto my back next to him, the bottle by my side.
The man needs little instruction. In an instant, he’s lowering his big body onto me, and oh yes, I like athletes very much.
I’ve never been with a man the same size as me, the same width and breadth. Never been with someone with shoulders like Grant’s, a chest like a wall, abs cut from the same daily regimen.
And I like it very much, especially when that fine dick rubs right against mine, making me hotter. Hornier. Ready to take us over the edge.
“Let me help us out,” I say, breaking contact for a second.
“Right. Yeah.” He blinks as I grab the lube, flip it open. Rising up so he’s on his knees and I’m on my back, he watches me with avid eyes, like he’s never seen anything as enticing as me slicking up my hand.
“Love it when you watch me, rookie,” I whisper as I reach for my cock, stroke up and down, my breath coming in fast, hot pants.
Then, I wrap a hand around his dick for the first time. “Nice to meet all of you,” I say as I weigh that big cock in my palm.
His eyes float closed, and I stroke him, as his moans fill my chest with pride, fill my body with pleasure. I up the ante, taking both our shafts in my palm, my fist sliding up and down.
I stare at his carved chest, his cut abs, watching as pleasure ripples down his body.
“Wrap your hand around mine,” I tell him.
With one hand on my knee, he wraps his other fist over mine, and we jerk together.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he grunts as we go, finding a rhythm for a few quick pumps.
Then, I give him a new instruction. “Now rub that beautiful cock against mine, rookie.”