Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“And a throat?”
I swallowed. “And a throat.”
He whispered a curse and caught my lips with his again, not holding back anymore. He kissed me so fucking hard and deep, so intoxicatingly sensually, and the way he dug his fingertips into my thighs might actually leave bruises.
With a swift pull, he wrapped my legs around his hips, pressed his cock against mine, and then enveloped me in his arms. His evident strength set off a violent shiver, but it was more than that. It was how tightly and closely he held me. Warmth spread throughout my body, and it just clicked. How good it felt to be all but surrounded by him. Usually, I didn’t want anyone getting too close physically.
“Dammit,” he whispered. “Now I can’t stop thinking about your ass. The way you teased me earlier.”
In the shower?
I licked my lips, getting his bottom lip in the process, and I scratched his scruff a little. I liked feeling it under my fingertips.
“That wasn’t teasing,” I replied, barely recognizing my voice. “That was me serving my ass on a silver platter.”
Fuck, that was hot, how he clenched his jaw. “I don’t need a silver platter.”
Just my ass? He didn’t have to wait.
“Rubbers under the sink.”
He nodded once and stepped back, and he opened the cabinet. He ripped off his towel too, prompting me to do the same as I slipped off the counter. Right then and there, I decided he had to spend the whole night with me. I didn’t care if I broke my rules; I wanted to roll around with him in my bed. I wanted that cock down my throat, and I wanted to ride—
“Do you have lube or…?” he asked.
“There should be a few single-packs next to the razors,” I replied. Spit worked fine too.
He smirked to himself and snatched one up. “Because this is where you get ready for a night out. You take a couple condoms and lube packets for your wallet before you leave.”
“Yeah, yeah, you got me all figured out.” I turned around and gripped the edge of the counter. “If you could just give me that big cock now, that’d be great.”
He coughed around a chuckle and came back to me. “You’re not fuckin’ real.”
I had no response, and I didn’t wanna interrupt him. I did wanna see, though. I looked at him over my shoulder as he rolled a condom down his hard cock, and it was sexy as hell.
He pinched the tip of the rubber before opening the lube packet, and I clenched down in anticipation. The moment he was slicked up, he had to step up the pace. I felt like I’d been waiting forever.
But did he? Did he step it up? Fuck no. He was infuriatingly patient. He even washed his hands real quick to get rid of excess lube. Christ.
“Are you in a rush?” he asked me.
You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?
“You’re jittery,” he said.
“I’m impatient,” I told him, nodding at his cock. “That thing’s been on my mind since you gave me a show last night when you changed into sweats.”
Surprise flitted past in his expression, but then a soft smirk took over, and I didn’t like that. He better not get any ideas on slowing shit down.
He came up behind me and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and his hands followed. They roamed up my sides and to my front. I shuddered when he kissed a sensitive spot on my neck. Fuck. An openmouthed kiss. Warm hands, each movement drenched in seduction. The unhurried kind that was going to drive me bonkers.
I squirmed and shivered, and I pressed my ass against his cock.
“Easy, boy. We’ll get there.”
Jesus fuck. “But you’re getting me all fired up,” I complained.
“That’s the point. You told me to play with fire.” Out of nowhere, he wrapped his fingers around my cock and gave it a couple firm strokes, and I moaned like a fucking whore. Holy fuck, I was strung tighter than I’d thought. Ben let out a breath and kissed the spot below my ear. “Drop your elbows to the counter.”
Yeah, okay.
I dropped forward, and he eased back. He released my dick too, but I forgave him because he pressed the head of his cock against my opening. And then…nothing. He went back to rubbing my back, my sides, my ass, and my thighs. He applied the smallest amount of pressure on his cock as he eased two fingers slowly down my spine.
“Arch,” he commanded quietly. “On your toes a bit.”
I obeyed. The desire mixed with authority in his low voice left me no option. My traitorous body listened to him more than me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered.
A slow, all-consuming shudder rolled through me. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever said that to me, and it felt strange. They weren’t exactly the words you shared with a bathroom hookup, and if anything like that was uttered, it was because someone was three sheets to the wind.