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)
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I didn’t tell you all that so you’d feel sorry for me. I just know what it feels like to leave home with nothing and hope for the best. And I guess, I wanted you to know that this…” I spread my arms wide. “This isn’t where I’m from. It’s not who I am.”
Lorenzo tilted his chin quizzically. “Who are you?”
“I’m just…me. I play video games in my spare time and study old movies. Exciting, huh?”
“Which ones?”
“Hitchcock, James Bond, and Humphrey Bogart films like The Maltese Falcon and The Big Sleep. I have a thing for the Golden Age of Hollywood.”
“Me too. I’m a Cary Grant fiend,” he gushed. “Gary Cooper does it for me too.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
His smile was warm and teasing. He chattered on, reciting films he’d watched with his grandmother, listing seemingly every actor he’d ever had a crush on. Gregory Peck, Rock Hudson, Henry Cavill, Chris Pine…
God, I could lose myself in his pretty brown eyes and his meandering conversations with no rhyme, no reason, no marquee label, no outside interference.
Just him. Just me.
Fuck, I wanted him.
I took a chance and set a hand on his hip, drawing him close. “You’re very fucking pretty. Can I touch you?”
“What’d you have in mind?” Lorenzo flattened his palm on my chest.
I covered his hand and lifted it to my lips, kissing his knuckles, and the tips of each digit. His Adam’s apple slid theatrically as he briefly closed his eyes.
“This.” I sucked on a second digit, dropping his hand a moment later to cage him against the island. I nibbled his earlobe and traced the shell with the tip of my tongue, loving the way he shivered in response. “Or this.”
He sighed breathlessly, tilting his chin till our noses brushed. “Kiss me.”
I bent to lick the seam of his lips and pushed my tongue inside. Lorenzo moaned his approval, wrapping his arms around my neck and molding himself to my chest. I skimmed my fingers along his sides and grabbed his ass, squeezing his taut cheeks as I sucked and licked him. I was ravenous.
There was nothing temperate or gentle here. I couldn’t stop touching him. My hands were everywhere—tugging his hair and plucking at his shirt while I plundered like a hungry wolf. When I realized he was standing on tip-toes, I picked him up and set him on the island, stepping between his spread thighs, our mouths still fused.
I had a vague notion that I should pull away and slow things down, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t wanted anyone like this in a while. Sure, it was just sex, but he was someone I actually liked. He was a friend. I’d never touch a friend like this…with deep, passionate kisses and fervent caresses.
I broke for oxygen, sucking his bottom lip, and immediately got to work unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned on his hands to give me room, arching as I pulled the fabric apart and bent to tease his left nipple between my teeth as I scraped my thumbnail over the other.
Lo hummed my name and ran his fingers through my hair. Then he tugged, lifting my chin, he pointed at our reflection in the bank of windows next to the breakfast nook. We looked hot.
I rested my hands on his belt as I licked my way up his smooth chest and along the column of his throat. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Mmm.” He tipped his neck with a moan. “Can anyone see in?”
I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, pressing kisses on his cheeks and jaw. “There’s a small forest out there and a high fence. No one’s allowed in. Just us.”
Lorenzo leaned on me as I helped him wriggle out of his trousers and briefs. He hissed when his bare ass met the cool quartz. I undressed in a hurry, dropping my shirt on the floor and shoving my jeans and boxers over my ass. I gripped my cock at the base and followed his gaze.
“This is very unsanitary, but I like this view,” he whispered.
Me too. I was shirtless with my jeans pushed to my knees, my hand on my dick while he struck model poses on the island—naked and carefree, his pole waving proudly between his legs.
Maybe it was a trick of the light, but I swore I could see precum glistening at the tip. I licked my lips like one of Pavlov’s dogs. I had to taste him.
I smeared the precum over his crown, circling my thumb around his slit. “I want to suck you.”
It was a statement, not a request. I opened my mouth wide and took him to the root, flattening my tongue along his length as I swallowed. He gasped somewhere above me, whimpering when I pulled all the way off and sighing when I bottomed out again, sucking, licking…fucking worshiping his cock like I had a right to. I stroked myself too. I was too hard and too horny for patience. I had a bad feeling I wouldn’t last long enough for him to return the favor.