Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 146548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
It overwhelms me, and I move forward.
Maximoff moves forward. Our arms find each other, and our mouths crash together, hungry and starved—I clutch the back of his head, and his arm hooks around my shoulders. Pulling me closer. And closer.
With passion that builds hot tears and spurns all types of heartbreak. I live and breathe inside this emotion. He pins me to the outside of the stall, a sink on our right. My back slams to the wood with a thud.
And we break apart to breathe, keeping our hands on each other. We both look at the door.
Locked.
Maximoff tries to unbuckle my belt with one hand. “We have time to kill.”
I thread his hair with my fingers. “We do,” I agree.
He pauses his mission and lifts his forest-greens to me, commanding kiss me, man. I don’t yet, and he tries to come in for one.
I shift my head out of the way, and then I turn back and kiss him myself.
He groans against my mouth, “Fuck.”
My blood cranks to a swelter.
Maximoff palms the outside of my pants. Fuck, that feels good. He pulls his head back and orders, “Unzip your jacket.”
Okay, Bossy. “Someone loves my fingers,” I say and slowly, slowly unzip my leather bike jacket. He watches my hand, and I use my other to unbutton his jeans.
My palm dives down his pants, his boxer-briefs. I fist his gorgeous cock, and he bucks his hips into me. More than once. More than twice. Fuck—a deep noise is trapped in my throat. And I devour his arousal that narrows his eyes to burning points.
We kiss again, pulled into a rough, ravenous undertow. And I’m always careful of his collarbone. I even look for signs of pain, but he’s so far gone in pleasure.
I drink in his expression that’s pure sex, pure love. Wound hot together.
We rub each other with mind-numbing pressure, our pants low on our waists. As a rough sound escapes his lips, I ask, “Have you been fantasizing about my dick?”
“More like my dick in your ass.”
My nose flares, blood pumping. “You want inside me?”
“Hard,” he whispers against my mouth.
I’m roped into him. “Good.” I kiss him, then I bite his lip, and he arches into me again. Fuck, Maximoff.
He’s simultaneously melting and hardening. His erection grows in my tight grip. My fucking muscles strain, our bodies pushed up against each other.
I’m about to rotate us, but he presses a firm hand to my chest. Keeping my back to the stall. His thumb flicks over my nipple ring, which is caught underneath the fabric of my black shirt.
We stare each other down, and more and more arousal pools in my blood and bones.
I roll his boxer-briefs further down his ass and then free his large, swelling erection. Damn. There is no cock I’d want more inside of me than that one.
He does the same to me, and he hones in on my dick and spaces out like he’s imagining the feeling of it inside of his mouth and ass.
I snap my fingers at his face. “You can suck me off later, Space Cadet.”
“I barely spaced out,” he combats. “Like not at all.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile, and I distract him by stroking his erection. He stares fixatedly at my inked hand that moves up and down his hardened shaft. I spit in my palm for lube and return course. That one action draws a breathy guttural noise from him.
My body tightens.
His chest rises and falls heavily.
That’s enough. I stop here. Not wanting him to come by my hand. “You have lube?” I ask.
Maximoff digs in the jeans bunched at his thighs. Finding his wallet in a pocket. He tosses me a travel-sized packet, and then he watches me warm it in my hands.
I rip it open with my teeth and hand it back. “Be careful with your shoulder.”
He rubs the lube, glistening his length. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind while I’m pounding inside of you.”
I let out a short laugh, turning around to face the stall. “Always a precious smartass.”
“Always a know-it-all asshole.”
I nod. That’s definitely true. I place my hand on the wood to brace myself. And I reach back with my other to hold his waist. His skin is warm beneath my palm.
Before he pushes inside, his arm curves around me and he pumps my erection—fuck, my neck pulls taut, breath trapped in my lungs.
“Maximoff,” I groan.
That pressure disappears to carve room for a new one. I careen my head, looking over my shoulder to see his hand wrapped around his shaft.
Lubed, Maximoff sinks into me. Fuckfuckfuck.
Pleasure explodes my nerve endings, and he kisses me as he pushes deeper, deeper. The fullness dizzies me.
“Fuck, Maximoff,” I moan a low, graveled moan that burns my insides. My nose flares again, and I turn my head forward. Fuckfuck. He thrusts in and out.