Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Alfie whispered a string of fucks under his breath and righted his clothes. “I’ll hurry.”
“Wait, wait—” He broke away panting, and he reached for something. The alarm. He input the code, and the beeping stopped. “Okay, good to go.”
I kissed him again and blindly reached back to lock the door. Keys landed somewhere. A lone side-table lamp was flicked on. Then we were moving toward the stairs, and I started unbuttoning his vest as he began undoing my shirt.
It was messy and ineffective, and we climbed about five or six steps before my urgency got the best of me. I pushed him up against the wall, causing the pictures to rattle, and unbuckled his belt.
“Fuck, fuck—yeah, off,” he panted. “I need it, papi. I need it so bad.”
I tossed the belt aside, undid his pants next, and then grabbed him by the throat when I had my other hand ready to slide down his underwear.
He gasped and moaned, and he tried to buck against me.
“What exactly is it you need, Alfie?”
“You,” he pleaded. “Your cock. Whatever you’ll give me.”
“Right answer.” I brushed my lips to his but backed off an inch when he attempted to deepen the kiss. I needed to see him when I slowly reached into his briefs and cupped his cock.
The sheer desperation in his eyes turned me into a man possessed by the devil, and I wanted to torture him for wrecking me over and over. But I already knew I wasn’t gonna be able to drag anything out. I was too weak.
I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, and my mouth watered. Fuck, how I’d missed him. Every damn part of him.
“You’re teasing me,” he complained.
I smiled and nipped at his bottom lip. “You used to love that.”
“Because you gave me the D regularly,” he argued, out of breath. “It’s one thing to edge me when we last screwed this morning—not when it’s been over two years!”
I chuckled and stroked him unhurriedly. He had a point. But he deserved to be teased a little, especially when he reminded me of what we’d lost. The best sex life I’d ever had. We were both forceful and greedy in bed. Affectionate too. We’d turned late nights into long workouts, followed by an abundance of lazy kissing and holding each other. And food to recharge.
I pressed my wrist against his cock and cupped his balls with my fingers, and his lips parted in a pleading moan. I kissed him swiftly and removed my hand, but before he could protest, I nudged him up the stairs.
“Finally,” he exhaled.
I smacked his ass as we reached the first landing, and I threw a quick glance at the doors to Trip’s and Ellie’s rooms.
Alfie flicked on the stairway lights along the way and tossed me a grin over his shoulder. “How do you wanna play this? Bang one out quick so we can take our time later or—”
“Yeah, that.” I cleared my throat and followed him up to the third floor. “You’ll be lucky if I last two minutes.”
He turned around on the last set of stairs and bit his lip. “You’ll stay the night, right?”
Goddamn him. As if the wild little animal in him wasn’t bad enough. Paired with the sweeter side of him—the one currently revealing his vulnerability—I was so fucking done for, it was embarrassing.
I stopped one step below him, making him a couple inches taller than me, and I cupped his cheek and gave him a lingering kiss.
“I’m staying.”
He drew a stuttering breath and nodded jerkily. “Good. ’Cause I never thought this was happening, so now that it is…I have plans for us.”
I smiled against his lips and coaxed the tip of his tongue out with my own. “Oh yeah? Care to share?”
He shivered violently, and I took advantage. When the lust-filled haze had a proper grip on him, I spun him around and pushed him forward with enough force that his knees hit the carpet, and then I was towering over him.
“Jesus,” he choked.
“Jesus is part of your plans?” The hunger grew within me tenfold, expanding with each breath, and I tugged down his pants and his briefs. Goddamn perfection.
We weren’t going any farther.
He groaned and gripped the edge of the top step. “No, you bast—fuck. I-I just want you all over. My bed, the roof deck, the shower—it’s huge and has one of those rain functions installed, the one we had at that hotel in Mexico.”
That’d been a fantastic vacation. Just the two of us. Four days of going between the bed, the beach, the restaurant, and the private hot tub.
I shrugged out of my shirt and threw it aside, then undid my pants and pulled out my cock. With one firm stroke, I shuddered and took charge of the planning.
“You forgot a location on your little fuck-list,” I said.