Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“What comes next?” he asked softly.
I choked out a laugh. “We have a few options. We can keep doing this—and I’m cool with that, but I’ll probably come in my jeans.”
Lorenzo snickered, rubbing his stubbled jaw under my chin and kissing a path along my throat. “Gimme another option.”
“We could take our clothes off. Or…I could just…touch you. I could make you feel good.” I nipped his ear, splaying my palms over his ass. “If you let me.”
He answered by crashing his mouth over mine and hiking his left leg around my hip. I lifted him onto the counter, breaking the kiss to tug his shirt over his head and get rid of my own. My mouth was on his again as he ran his fingers over my pecs and tweaked my nipples. He was so much smaller than me.
I hadn’t been with a man this fine-boned in years…maybe ever. If I was with a man, I didn’t want to worry about hurting him. I liked it rough and hard and dirty. And I liked knowing I could walk away with no hard feelings or expectations. But I rarely sought out male lovers anymore. It was too much trouble. That…whatever that was with the waiter from the awards ceremony—was an anomaly.
Lorenzo was nothing like that guy. Even if we did nothing more than make out shirtless tonight, I’d never forget his name. I’d never forget the scent of his cologne or the feel of his smooth skin on mine. He was special…in every possible way. And I knew without asking that he didn’t see me as a meal ticket.
But I wondered what he saw. Did I look different if I was just me? Was I enough?
“Touch me,” he commanded, raking his fingernails along my abs, unbuckling my belt. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I’m—please.”
I picked him up and strode purposely out of the kitchen. “Bedroom.”
“On your right—first door.” He hummed, slanting his mouth over mine again.
I stumbled into his room, dropped him onto the bed, and dove on top of him. We collided in a tangle of limbs, humping and grinding as we licked and sucked at lips and skin. I held his wrists beside his head and dragged my rigid denim-clad cock over his equally hard one, swallowing his moans as he tilted his hips to meet me thrust for thrust.
I released my hold and slowly licked and kissed my way down his torso, pausing to admire the valley where his sweatpants clung to his pelvic bone. Fuck, he was beautiful. I traced the fine trail of hair from his belly button to the elastic band with the tip of my tongue, then rubbed my chin on the tip of his dick through the cotton barrier.
He squirmed under me, arching his back. I propped my weight on one elbow and slipped my fingers under the fabric. Fuck me. That was definitely lace.
“May I?” I rasped.
Lorenzo nodded, his gaze locked on mine as I lowered his sweats.
Holy fuck. I wasn’t prepared for this. For him. Or for how ridiculously sexy a piece of black lace looked wrapped around his thick, fully erect cock. I swallowed hard, giving myself a moment to appreciate the view.
Precum leaked from his slit…a perfect clear drop daring gravity to do its job. The fabric rested underneath his crown and hugged his shaft like a glove. The prominent vein along his length was visible through the see-through bits. The contrast of masculine beauty and delicate lace made me wild with lust. I was practically drooling. No joke.
“You’re staring,” he said, his lips lifting at the corner.
Yeah, I was. I had to cool it and say something smooth and suave. Something like, You’re so exquisite. It’s like you’re not even real.
“Does it itch?”
Oh, wow. Not smooth, not suave.
The other corner of Lorenzo’s lips curled and a sweet smile blossomed across his face. He shook his head and hooked his thumb under the lace before ever-so-slowly lowering the fabric.
“A little, but this is much better.”
I whimpered—or someone did. Sweat beaded on my brow and my hands felt clammy. I didn’t know if I could speak in full sentences now. I was too strung out and too fucking in awe of him…and his beautiful cock.
I bent to lick that glistening drop from his slit, savoring the salty, musky taste of him. I had to have more. I flattened my tongue and licked him from base to tip, down one side and up the other. God, that was good. I closed my eyes and did it again…and again. Then I opened my mouth wide and took all of him, wrapping my tongue around him and sucking him like a popsicle on a warm summer day.
Lorenzo keened under me, rolling his hips in a wordless request for more. No problem, but I needed room to work.