Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Wait—” I broke the kiss and panted. “I don’t think I can fight you right now.”
He let out a single chuckle, his heated gaze flicking between my eyes. “Good.” Then his mouth was on mine again, and he palmed my ass roughly, squeezing me to him.
I moaned and suddenly itched to get on the bed. I wanted his weight on me. I had to feel all of him. Taking a step sideways, I slid my hands down his perfect chest until I reached his own towel, ’cause that was coming off too. Right this second.
He smiled into a drugging kiss and got with the program. He unfastened the towel and then sent us tumbling down onto the mattress. He sent me into a frenzy of need too. I was all hands and mouth, and I couldn’t get enough of him. His unbelievably sexy body, all on display, all within reach.
I touched every spot I could reach while we made out. His strong arms, his neck, his chest hair—fuck, that chest. Sculpted but not overly so. He liked to eat. And I liked men who liked to eat.
I also liked men who were hung. Sweet Jesus. He pressed his cock against mine, and I whimpered like a desperate slut and slid my feet up his calves in an attempt to keep him right where he was.
“So fucking sexy,” I panted. I blamed the gin for loosening my tongue. Or maybe it was the combination with the painkiller. Either way, I only saw sex on the forecast, and I prayed he’d fuck me raw. I didn’t know why. It wasn’t my MO to go unprotected.
He hummed and dragged my bottom lip between his teeth. “Turn around.”
Yeah, okay.
As he eased back, I squirmed onto my stomach, then up on all fours.
“Jesus fuck,” he murmured. “Don’t move.”
I looked at him over my shoulder, and he caressed my ass while he reached for the gin bottle on the counter.
What was he—
Holy shit.
I swallowed a rush of lust and embarrassment as he dipped down and literally kissed my ass. And as if that wasn’t enough, he slowly tipped the bottle at the base of my spine, and then a cold trickle of gin flowed between my ass cheeks. And he drank every drop and licked and kissed and sucked at my flesh.
Oh my God.
I clenched the second his tongue swept inside me, and it was because…well, alcohol and sensitive tissue…
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Let it burn, darlin’.”
I shuddered.
The sting wasn’t bad, just enough for me to feel it and wonder if it was going to get worse.
“Fuckin’ delicious.” He took another mouthful of gin between my cheeks, lapping it all up right over my opening, before he returned the bottle and fixed his attention to my ass. His rough touch was going to leave marks—or so I hoped. “Perfect, tight, fuckable little ass.”
He was gonna kill me. He tongue-fucked me like a god—like he loved it—and glided his hands between my ass cheeks, thighs, and balls. He rolled them in his hand and squeezed them a little, then shifted farther upward and wrapped his long fingers around my cock.
“For chrissakes, Ty,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
He stroked me unhurriedly and traced the very tip of his tongue along my balls to the base of my spine. “Are we in a hurry?”
“No, but—”
“Then shut the fuck up.” He sat back on his heels and dragged me with him, and I immediately tilted my head back to get more of him. To kiss him, to taste him. “You’ve been on my mind all day. We’ll be here a while.”
I gasped as the head of his cock pressed against my opening, and then he covered my mouth with his own in a deep, tongue-teasing kiss. His hands roamed my body, my sides and my stomach and my chest. Down to my cock.
I didn’t know who was the match and who was gasoline, but if I smelled smoke, I wouldn’t be surprised. He made me so goddamn thirsty. And I couldn’t wait any longer. I turned around and got grabby, and he let me push him down on the mattress. I followed right away and kissed him everywhere, not stopping until I reached his cock.
Finally.
He let out a long breath and folded an arm under his head.
My turn with the gin. I took a big sip from the bottle, without swallowing, then dipped down and fused myself to his long, thick cock. Sucking on the head first, swirling my tongue—and the gin—around the smooth skin. He smiled a little at me, his eyes filled with want.
“Gorgeous boy,” he murmured.
I watched the flicker of amusement turn into sheer pleasure when I took all of him and swallowed the gin around him.
“Christ,” he whispered.
The rest was for me. I closed my eyes and sucked him off in long, measured strokes. He was rock hard and perfect. And his cock was generous with pre-come. I moaned and swallowed everything he gave me.