Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
We’re both gasping for air when he pulls back, but it doesn’t stop him from leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.
It’s less of an intimate kiss and more of an offering of the cum coating his own.
It feels naughty, full of debauchery, but I can’t manage to feel guilt or shame for needing it right now.
“Cumslut,” he whispers against my lips after I get my fill.
“You really mess with my head,” I confess, my hand on his cheek, his face a mere inch or two from mine.
“In a good way, I hope.”
I swipe my thumb over his mouth, bring it to my lips as he grins.
“The jury’s still out.”
His eyes sparkle with mirth, no doubt still high on his orgasm.
“I have to open the bar this morning,” he says as he walks to a small rack of clothes near the bathroom door.
I watch him pull jeans and a t-shirt from his makeshift closet, enjoying the view without saying a word.
He tosses his clothes on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom, and, damn it, if the man isn’t just as appealing walking away as he was walking toward me before pressing his dick to my lips.
I lie back on the mattress, wondering for the first time why I took so long to experience all the things I’ve been participating in with him. It feels like a wasted life, but at the same time, I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I can’t recall one single person in the ten years since I limped away from the compound that I was willing to go this far with.
He wasn’t far from the truth last night when he challenged me about my thoughts, whether I was imagining him slipping inside of me or doing the same to him. The answer, had I been able to muster the courage, would’ve been both. I know I want every sexual situation imaginable with him, only him.
That’s what makes everything happening with this man so reckless.
I keep my eyes on him when he leaves the bathroom. I know he’s pulling on his clothes slowly for me. It’s a performance I’m grateful for.
“Again?” he asks, humor in his tone as he looks down at my slowly filling cock.
“Like you have room to talk,” I say as he tucks his own semi behind his boxer briefs.
“You mess with my head, too,” he says, his eyes dropping as if he never meant to confess that out loud. “I’m going to head down. Have a cup of coffee if you need one. Grab a shower to wake up. I can make you breakfast down there if you’re hungry.”
I sit up on the bed, his offer sounding a little domestic and making me unsure of how to deal with it as I watch him continue to get dressed. The bed dips under his weight as he pulls his shoes on, and I resist the urge to pull him back on top of me. The man said he has to go to work, and I don’t think I’d be very impressed if the roles were reversed and he was trying to make me late.
“Yeah. It won’t take me long.”
“I don’t have anything worth stealing,” he says before walking out the door.
I shake my head, another smile on my face, not getting offended at all with his parting words. I’d never take anything of his, so it didn’t really feel like an accusation.
The man is being honest though. The room is sparsely furnished, but the small space doesn’t provide many options. My individual room at the clubhouse is bigger than his entire apartment, including the bathroom, but there’s something about a man that doesn’t need much. It speaks of what many could consider a nomadic life, as if he keeps from having valuables because he would only have to walk away from them. It gives the appearance of not settling, not getting comfortable in his own space. It’s not unlike the years I spent in the military. A lot of Marines had families outside of the gates or living on base. I never rented an apartment. I stayed on base in shared housing, knowing it wouldn’t be long before being called right back out on another mission. Having a home base was a waste of time and money, so I just didn’t bother with it.
Yet, it’s my understanding that Drake has been working at Jake’s for at least a couple years.
Maybe it has to do with his past. I anger quickly at the idea of him being worried that his ex will come back and try to hurt him. He mentioned in his story that he filed charges, and the man was arrested, but he didn’t go into further details. He didn’t say if he went to prison or if the charges were dropped. Any of it is a possibility.