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 couldn’t think when his hands were on my skin. In the back of my head, alarm bells were trying their hardest to clang, to remind me that Lio wasn’t really available to me, that we needed to talk about stuff, but I honestly didn’t give a shit. All I cared about in that moment was feeling Lio’s warm hands on me and smelling the familiar scent of his body next to mine.
My cock throbbed, begging to rut against Lio for release. The sexy fucker pressed me back onto the bed and shifted me until I was lying in the middle of the mattress, completely at his mercy.
When he climbed over my body to lock eyes with me, I saw a range of feelings in his glittering eyes. “What?” I asked.
“I don’t just want you for sex, Felix.”
His voice was low and certain, almost as intense as his gaze on me.
“I believe you,” I breathed.
Lio’s face softened into a relieved smile, and he lowered his face to kiss me on the lips. “Good. Because I don’t ever want you to think that you’re not the complete package, Felix Wilde.” His words were spoken between soft kisses dropped across my face. Every move of his mouth and word he spoke raised the hair on my neck and the pace of my heart. “You are smart, and talented. Sweet and adorable. Hot, passionate, responsive…”
I brought my legs around his back and pulled him in closer with them until he let his weight drop on me. “Stop talking and start taking my clothes off,” I suggested with a grin. “You can respect me later.”
Lio laughed and began undressing me, still sneaking soft kisses onto every body part of mine he uncovered. Eventually, I was completely naked beneath him and he was still fully dressed. Something about that made me even hornier.
My hips bucked up into his in search of more. I felt the rough fabric of his fly against the sensitive skin of my dick and thought about how much better it would feel to be skin against skin instead.
“P-pants off,” I stammered as his tongue did crazy things to the side of my neck. I felt his answering smile against my skin before his hand moved down to work on his button and zipper while his mouth stayed on me.
“Oh god,” I pleaded. “Hurry.”
Lio’s hand moved to stroke my cock, and I heard the sharp intake of breath when he felt the precum I’d been leaking all over my stomach.
“Jesus, Felix,” he murmured, stroking me up and down as he pulled back to look at his hand jacking me. “I want to make you feel incredible.” His eyes flicked back up to mine, and the dark intensity of them made my stomach flip. “What can I do to you to make you feel incredible?”
My heart thundered in my throat. Had I ever been the focus of such intimate attention? Did I have the guts to tell him what I really wanted?
I want your mouth on my ass. I want you to rim the hell out of me again.
“Anything,” I said instead. “Everything. I don’t know.”
He must have seen something flick across my face because he smirked at me. “Nuh-uh, baby. Fortunately for me, you’re a terrible liar. You want something specific. What is it? What dirty thoughts are in your head right now, beautiful?”
As he spoke, his hand stroked my cock and moved down to tug at my balls. There was no blood flow left in my brain at all.
“Mouth on me,” I gasped just as one of his fingertips brushed my hole. “Mouth on me there.”
Lio’s entire face lit up like he’d tortured state secrets from his prisoner.
“Hands and knees, Felix.”
I was so far gone, I didn’t remember much after that.
Chapter 19
Lio
After rimming Felix and then fucking him into a stupor, I fell asleep wrapped around his sated body. We’d been woken up so early that morning, both of us clearly needed a few more hours’ sleep.
When I came awake a little while later, I heard the tapping of a cell phone keypad and realized Felix was sending an email or text. My body was still spooned around his, so I was able to open my eyes and peer over his shoulder.
With his fingers flying angrily over the keypad, the only word I could make out on the screen was the name of the contact he was texting. Jackie.
His mom. At least I assumed so. But why would he have her listed as “Jackie” instead of “Mom”?
I tilted my head down behind him until I couldn’t see it anymore. There was a tiny, delicate mole on the sharp edge of his left shoulder blade. I traced it softly with a finger, eliciting a wave of goose bumps breaking out on the skin of his back. He was so damned reactionary, it drove me crazy in the very best way. I felt my lips curve into a grin before I dropped a kiss on his shoulder.