Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I forgot all about my terrible moves, the people around us, and even where we were. The only things I focused on were Hayes’ pretty brown eyes as they gazed into mine, and the feel of his heart beating against my chest. There was nowhere I’d rather be, and no one else I’d rather be with.
I wanted to kiss him; to show him how happy he made me, and how badly I desired him. But I was trapped in his beautiful stare, lost in the feeling of his body on mine. I couldn’t move and risk changing this perfect moment. But luckily, I didn’t have to.
Hayes leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, and my world spun as my eyes closed. I soaked up everything I felt; Hayes’ soft lips against mine, his breath on my cheeks, and the way his fingers worked their way up into my hair.
He parted his lips, drawing mine open as well, and slid his tongue between my teeth. I liked that he was not only showing me what he wanted, but taking control and doing it.
The bitter and delicious flavor of orange juice painted my taste buds as Hayes swept his tongue across mine. He boldly licked and explored my mouth, feeding me quiet moans which I ate ravenously.
My hands slid down onto the swell of his ass, and his firm flesh filled my palms perfectly. I grabbed and massaged, craving to feel what was beneath the barrier, and dining on more of his lusty moans as he kissed me deeper.
My heart pounded in my chest, my blood surged through my veins, and my cock thickened with need. It pressed into Hayes’ thigh, and I felt his answering hardness in return. This gorgeous, sexy man wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Hayes pulled his mouth from mine and looked at me with pupils made of pure fire. He didn’t speak a word, but he said all he needed to when he grabbed my hand from his ass and pulled me towards the exit.
As I neared the club door, I saw the sparkly man from earlier; his legs were wrapped around some guy’s waist, and the duo were devouring each other’s face. That was enough to drive away any lingering guilt over taking Hayes from him (if I had any…which I didn’t).
When we stepped into the hallway, I blinked to readjust my eyes to the light, and luckily it didn’t take long. My hard dick acted like a compass, pointing the way to its true north, which happened to be my suite.
Making sure Hayes was okay with that, I asked him as we hustled down the corridor, “Is my room okay?” I thought we’d have more space there.
“I’d take a hallway bathroom at this point.” If I knew where one was, I may have taken him up on that, but no, my boyfriend deserved much better than that. I didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but I knew it would be too special for a bathroom romp.
Thankfully, we reached my room before I ripped a hole through my pants. We were too impatient to wait on the elevators, so we took the stairs up to the twelfth floor. I sounded like a winded walrus as I unlocked the door, but Hayes didn’t appear to be turned off by it, bless him.
In fact, when we stepped inside the suite and I kicked the door shut behind us, Hayes became a wild man. He locked his fingers behind my head and hauled me another kiss, even deeper and more passionate than before.
He guided me backwards until my shoulders bumped into the wall. His hands slid down my neck and onto my collar, before making quick work of the buttons lined down my torso.
Hayes pushed away my shirt and left me dizzy when he abruptly stopped his kiss to look at my exposed skin. His voice was deep and husky when he told me, "I love how hairy you are," and he sank his fingertips into the curls on my chest. He pawed at my pecs and soft stomach. "You're so sexy."
My response turned into a slack-jawed stare when Hayes whipped off his polo shirt, revealing his svelte frame. It was a magnet to my hands; I pressed my palms to his smooth skin and traced them up and down his torso, feeling him shudder when I brushed against his nipples.
Hayes' fingers quickly plucked the button of my shorts, and the zipper inched down on its own when it could no longer hold back my hard cock. With a pinch and a tug, Hayes dropped his jeans to the floor before pressing his body against mine once more.
Hayes planted his hands on the wall on either side of my head and rolled his hips. I moaned at the way our thick cocks rubbed against one another, separated only by the thin cotton of our boxers.