Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
The kiss deepened. Damn, he couldn’t seem to get enough of this guy. Cash’s palms came to Dev’s cheeks, angling him to drive his tongue forward. Dev wasn’t the only one who had a desperate edge to his movements. Cash gave as good as he got.
Dev locked an arm around Cash’s waist, shoving his hand down the waistband of Cash’s fitted joggers. The pants left so little to the imagination. He’d watched in fascination as Cash’s big cock grew to half-mast. Now, with one slow stroke, it grew hard as steel in Dev’s hand.
Cash tore his mouth free from the kiss. His gaze penetrated Dev’s. His sexy lips opened into that intriguing O Dev had loved from last night. On the second stroke, Cash’s eyes screwed tightly closed. Fuck, he wished he had his camera.
“Feels good?” Dev asked.
“It’s immediate with you. I’m right there,” Cash managed to say, seconds before his mouth captured Dev’s, his tongue driving deep on the very first thrust.
Cash’s hips tucked into Dev’s hand as he pushed the pants and his underwear down Cash’s thighs to free his cock. Cash toed off his shoes and slid his hands under Dev’s T-shirt, caressing a path up and over his head. The move was perfectly executed. Cash lifted his lips, the shirt yanked over his head. Cash’s strong palm clamped around his neck like a vise, drawing him back into the kiss.
What a fucking turn-on. Dev gripped both of Cash’s ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the fleshy globes. He tore his mouth free, exposing the long line of his neck, encouraging Cash to continue the hot kiss there. Cash didn’t disappoint. He latched on to the skin, suckling, mouthing and biting. One hand tried to reach inside his tight jeans, the other fought the complicated buckle of the belt Dev had worn that day, trying to free Dev of his jeans.
“Fuck, you’re fuckin’ hot. Draw blood. Mark me. Give me somethin’ to remember you by,” Dev panted as he reached down to help with the belt buckle. When Cash sank his teeth into his skin, Dev’s throbbing cock demanded release. The goddamn appendage wanted in on that action. His hips bucked on their own accord, driving into Cash’s hand lowering his jeans to massage the outline of his cock.
It was too much. With a strong push against Cash’s chest, he shoved the man back several feet. He needed distance if he was going to last another minute. His other hand pointed to the shower several feet away. “Go there.”
He took several steps backward, watching Cash with a critical but desperate eye. He worked the complicated buckle free. He’d chosen it today because the belt had a cool vibe. Something unique and different from a regular belt buckle, and the goddamn thing was going straight in the trash once he got it free. He would never make that mistake again.
“Stop lookin’ at me like I’m dinner. I’m fuckin’ you in the shower.”
Cash’s steps turned as predatory as his hungry glare. He stalked toward Dev, causing Dev to turn and jog awkwardly as he threw the belt toward the trash can and began removing his boots and jeans as he went.
“Run all you want. You can’t escape me. When I catch you, I’m fucking you first.” Cash’s growl hinted at wicked promises to come.
An instant grin split Dev’s lips, liking that idea more than he probably should.
“I thought about you today,” Cash said in that same sexy tone.
Dev let the jeans fall down his legs as he reached for the bathroom light.
“Yeah?” Dev managed, toeing at the heel of his steel-toed boots, trying to get them off. His steps turned awkward as he reached for the faucet, turning on the overhead showerhead. The water pushed through like a rain shower. Cash’s hands circled around his waist, that big body flush against his back. The thick hard cock nestled in the crack of his ass. Cash massaged his palms up the sides of his body, leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touched.
Every part of Dev wanted Cash to shove him into the shower and have his way with him. But there was no way these boots were coming off without being unlaced.
What had he been thinking when he dressed this morning?
Certainly not that this fine man would be waiting for him to get home, talking about things like thinking of him during his day.
Cash’s lips landed in the crook between his neck and shoulders, sucking with intention. His hand cupped Dev’s pec, teasing fingertips skimmed his tight nipple, circling until he gave a decadent pinch.
“Jesus Christ.” His cock wept, wanting those fingers to pinch down there.
Dev bent and lifted a foot to untie the laces of his boots, needing to speed this along. “Lube and condoms in the cabinet. Upper corner.”