Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“The Palm Pacific, room three twenty-three. The lobby door is locked after hours, but the code is 44-12. Take the elevator to the third floor. If you forget any of that, call me and I’ll come downstairs and let you in.”
The word slipped from me in a whisper. “Okay.”
“You’re really coming?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Awesome! See you soon.”
As soon as the call ended, I leapt out of bed and took a deep breath. Before I could overthink and talk myself out of it, I traded my pajama pants and sleep tee for a clean T-shirt and jeans, stuck my feet into a pair of sneakers, and put on my gray zippered hoodie. Then I shoved my phone and keys into my pockets and hurried to the bathroom.
After I used some mouthwash, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I’d certainly looked better. My brown eyes were slightly bloodshot, I was sporting two days’ worth of razor stubble, and my slightly overgrown dark hair was tamped down on one side and sticking up on the other. At least the last thing was a quick fix. I got my hands wet and ran my fingers through my hair before muttering, “Close enough.”
I practically ran down the hall and through the living room on my way to the front door. Thank god my friend and landlord Roger was currently visiting a guy he had a crush on in the UK. If he’d heard me dashing out of the apartment at two-thirty in the morning, he would have teased me mercilessly about being this thirsty. I was, for sure. But also, I didn’t want to lose my momentum.
It took all of five minutes to rush from my apartment building to the hotel. When I punched in the code on the keypad, the lock clicked. I pushed the door open, hurried across the empty lobby, and hit the elevator button. Then I hit it six more times for good measure.
Why was I so nervous?
It was hardly my first anonymous hookup, but this one felt different. Maybe that was because I’d admitted some things to him that I usually kept private. I’d made myself vulnerable, which should have stopped me in my tracks. But right now, my libido was firmly in control and propelling me forward.
As I boarded the elevator, another thought occurred to me. What if this guy really was a catfish? I’d wondered if that photo was too good to be true. But now, I decided I didn’t care. No matter what he looked like, I wanted him.
When he answered my knock, I muttered, “Holy shit.”
He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He had a face like a movie star, framed by a stylish haircut and a short, perfectly trimmed beard. And his body, damn. That had definitely been his photo, and it hadn’t even done him justice. He was every inch of six-foot-seven as advertised, and his muscles were on full display in a tank top and gym shorts.
Somehow, this Greek god was staring at me in awe, and he muttered, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Both of us spent a moment frozen in place, caught in each other’s spell. Then he grabbed the front of my hoodie and hauled me over the threshold.
The door swung shut as he pushed me up against the wall. I felt a split-second of panic, but when he kissed me, I melted into him. It was everything I’d needed.
He pinned me there with his hands pressed to my chest, and I smiled against his lips. When he ground against me, I discovered he was as hard as I was. I felt like I was drunk on him, dizzy and buzzed and fucking giddy. I almost laughed at that word, but he nipped my earlobe and I moaned instead.
He whispered in my ear, “Tell me what you want.”
“I need to suck your cock.” It really was a need at that point.
“That’s an excellent idea.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to a seating area, where he dropped onto the couch and used his bare foot to push back the wooden coffee table. As soon as he parted his legs, I fell to my knees. I was so charged with anticipation that my hands were shaking as I untied the drawstring and pulled down the front of his shorts. It turned out his hard cock was in perfect proportion to the rest of him, big and thick.
I started sucking him like my life depended on it. My own hard-on was straining against my jeans, but I ignored it. All I wanted was to make him feel wonderful, and for a while, I seemed to be succeeding. When I glanced up at him, his head was thrown back, and he looked like he was in total ecstasy. I loved that. I shut my eyes and redoubled my efforts.