Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I dropped my hand from his shoulder to undo his black jeans. Any moment I thought he’d shove me away like he’d done that afternoon in his apartment, but he didn’t. I ripped the tab down over the sizeable lump in his pants, and massaged the hardness I found there. It was straining the cotton briefs he wore, so I did it a favor and tugged the band down just enough to free it. I needed both hands and my mouth to worship that beast, but I settled for a tight grip with my thumb teasing the sticky slit.
“God,” he growled. “Fuck you, Simeon.”
It was a good time to ask if he was nervous yet, but the taste of his sweat was driving me out of my head and the idea of not getting to touch that iron length anymore was torture. I wanted it down my throat, slamming into my ass, but I’d settle for the heavy weight of it in my hand. Still suckling his nipple and pumping, I angled my face so I could see his. Lust shot through me so sharply I bucked my hips forward, chasing friction that wasn’t there. His head was tilted back, eyes shut, and he was silently mouthing words although all I could make out were “please” and “fuck.”
The mix of desperation and vulnerability in his face was my kryptonite. I knew it was a bad idea, but I surged up, still jacking him, and latched onto his throat. A moan ripped out of him when I bit down.
“God, I hate you.”
No, you just hate that you want to fuck me this badly.
I kissed up higher, sucking his earlobe into my mouth and nursing at it before biting it, too. His dick pulsed, tip dripping in a way that activated my nastiest urges.
“Fuck, Simeon.”
That plaintive whine, almost a plea for mercy, drove me to sabotage. I kissed over the side of his face and went for his mouth. He caught me by the scruff of my neck before I could make contact, and the frustration building in my chest made me want to punch him in the goddamn face.
“You fucking punk.” He sneered. “You don’t listen, do you?”
“Never been real good at it.” I kept jerking him, hand flying while my gaze stayed glued to his mouth. It was swollen from all the biting he’d done. God, I just wanted to soothe it with my tongue. “I thought you wanted to win.”
“I’m winning,” he rasped.
His hand dropped to the waistband of my joggers, yanking them down. What followed was the most intense few minutes of a mutual jerk I’d ever experienced. Me tugging him and him tugging me with our foreheads pressed together and mouths ajar. So close to touching, but not, except for the infrequent graze of my tongue if I wet my lips. Those touches set me on fire more than the feel of his hand trying to tug the come out of me. And I could feel it coming on fast and hard, a wave of liquid fire as I moaned against his clean-shaven face.
“Gotta go to my bedroom.”
“I’m close,” he rasped. “Gonna bust all over you.”
“Then wait so we can make a mess together. I been saving this load for you, and I don’t wanna unleash it in a common space.”
Adrián reared back, looking around quickly. I swooped in for another wet kiss to his throat.
“Marcus is my roommate, dumbass. And you just saw him on TV.”
“Right. I’m bugging.” Adrián reached down to tuck his dick away. “If we gonna finish this, lead on. I have to go soon.”
Yeah right.
I adjusted my throbbing erection and strode out of the room to the tune of nineties R&B blasting on a Spotify playlist that would play through the house. He was close behind me, still breathing hard. When we got to my room, he shoved me face-first onto the chaise lounge by the window, completely bypassing my massive bed. I started to get up, but he trapped me by pressing his hips against my ass and bracing one hand to the back of my neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To jerk you off, you dumbass.”
“Nah, we’re good like this.”
Adrián grabbed my joggers and yanked them down. I automatically strained up against him, irritation replacing the heat that had scorched through me only a few minutes ago, but he was much stronger. The guy who’d blitzed me multiple times throughout our football careers was now grinding his hard dick against my ass while pinning me down with little effort. I was caught between lifting my hips in offering and elbowing him in the face.
“I think I’m gonna ride that tight fuckhole of yours.”
I sneered at the words even while grinding my erection against the smooth leather of the chaise. “Someone’s been watching porn.”