Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
I wondered if drool had escaped the corner of my mouth. “Um, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to watch.”
He barked out a laugh, startling me out of my reverie and spurring me into action. I quickly shucked off my own clothes, realizing the sooner I was naked, the sooner I could slide my naked self along Felix’s naked self.
As his fingers toyed with his belt, I felt my cock grow even harder than before.
The leather slid through his fingers slowly, like the worst kind of tease.
“You’re growling,” he said with a smirk. “I like it.”
“You’re teasing me. Take it off, Felix, or I’ll take it off for you,” I growled.
His chest raised and lowered faster while his fingers fumbled to remove the leather strap from around his waist. Once his belt was gone, he flicked open his fly, revealing a bright pink pair of boxer briefs.
“Oh god.” I quickly grabbed for my cock to squeeze it into submission. “Real men wear pink underwear too, huh?”
Chapter 10
Felix
I was sure my face matched the color of my underwear by now. I shrugged and admitted the truth. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them.”
Lio’s eyes rolled back in his head with a groan. “You’re killing me, Felix.”
I felt the corner of my lip tip up. “Well, I hoped, but I wasn’t expecting it,” I clarified.
He smirked and slid off his trousers until he was standing beside the bed in nothing but a pair of sexy-as-fuck black briefs doing very little to conceal a giant, intimidating package.
His olive-toned skin seemed to go on for miles, and the dark hair on his legs continued up a slim trail from the waistband of his briefs to his navel. He was a goddamned Greek god.
“Jesus fuck,” I muttered. “I’m leaving the rest of my clothes on. Matter of fact, I’m putting some extra back on. Where’s my suitcase?”
Lio’s eyes sparkled at me. “No you’re not.”
I looked up at his face. “Yes I am. I can’t compete with all that…” I gestured wildly at his entire body. “All that… that… You know, all that.”
His laugh was a sexy deep rumble that went straight to my gut and down to my groin.
Lio crawled over me on the bed on his hands and knees. “All that wants desperately to get inside all this,” he said in a silky voice. His eyes roamed slowly over me before his mouth dropped to run the flat of his warm tongue up my happy trail.
I could see the muscles shift and bunch under the skin of his shoulders. The firm, round globes of his ass in those black briefs could be seen above the strong plane of his back.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Do I have to get naked to enjoy all that?” My hands skimmed across his shoulders and down to his shoulder blades.
“Mm-hm, you sure do,” he rumbled. His scratchy chin dug into the skin above the waistband of my underwear and began to shove it lower, exposing the top of my pubic hair. “I’m going to suck you off, Felix. I can’t do that with all this fabric still in the way.”
Lio was deliberately teasing me with his flirty, sultry tone of voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my own chest and abdomen heaving up and down as I struggled to suck in enough air to stay alive.
I’d never been so turned on in my entire life, and I still had on my fucking pants.
Oh god. What if I come before you get my pants off?
I didn’t realize I said it out loud until I felt his chuckle vibrate against my thighs where he lay sprawled on top of me. His chin still held my boxer briefs down, and I felt his tongue snake its way into the nest of curls there.
“Felix, I want you to come. Feel free to do so at any point,” he purred. “There’s no hurry and certainly no limit to how many times I can make you come tonight.”
I reached my fingers into his thick hair and squeezed my eyes closed in disbelief. My cheeks tightened as I felt myself grin like an idiot.
The hottest man on the fucking planet was going to go down on me. Lio was going to suck my dick. I thought about all of my insecurities and decided I was going to miss out on enjoying this aberration if I continued to be apologetic and weird.
Instead of a stammering, nervous geek, I decided to fake it—to act like a confident, sexual beast who took what he wanted. Why not? It’s not as if this guy was anyone I was going to see again after this trip. Why not try for once in my life to embrace the moment and fly by the seat of my pants?