Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Please,” he whispered, and I could see below that he was shoving his own jeans down, jerking off right here in front of me as I did, too.
I couldn’t tell if he was still begging me to fuck him with that please, or if he was just begging me to come all over him. I groaned, already dangerously close to losing it.
“You are going to have to stop coming into my brewery and being so fucking hot,” I uttered, breathless in between my words. “Okay? Can’t take it anymore.”
“Seems like you like it,” he challenged me, looking me straight in the eyes as I stroked my cock faster.
“Fucking love it,” I growled as I leaned in and kissed him hard. Feeling his tongue slide against mine while I was stroking my cock made it about ten thousand times more difficult to hold back from coming.
“Please,” he said again, and I looked into his eyes, knowing I was about to lose it.
And then slowly, with his back against the door, he slid down to the ground in front of me again, just like he had earlier tonight.
Only this time, my cock was in my fist.
Right there in front of his mouth, now, as I was about to blow.
He opened for me, putting his tongue out right under the tip of my cock as I stroked myself. He still had his own hand around his cock as he settled on his knees.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Gonna come.”
He held his tongue out a little more and in another moment I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I laced my free hand through his hair, holding his head.
I stared down at him as I came all across his tongue, and he groaned, making himself come at the same time, painting streaks of white across the floor. I leaned against the door, knowing I’d collapse into a heap if I let go.
He swallowed, one of his palms still resting against my thigh. I loosened my grip on the back of his head, raking my fingers through his hair.
“You,” I whispered as I came back down to Earth, still plenty delirious but finally feeling a sense of glorious relief.
“Thank you,” he said.
Because of course Shawn would thank me for coming on his tongue. It was like he was tailor-made to be the hottest thing my brain could imagine.
“You,” I said again, finally leaning back a little, “you came all over my floor.”
He glanced at the mess on the entryway wood and slowly, the two of us started to laugh. At first just a little, and then a whole lot more.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Although refinishing the floors is definitely going to be part of the renovations.”
I helped Shawn up with my free hand and we cleaned up after ourselves. I could barely think anymore. Fuck. Coming really, really hard after a full shift on barely any sleep sure as hell took a lot out of me. I felt great, but also felt like I couldn’t string together a thought or a sentence very well.
“You know what might be good right now?” I asked.
“What?”
“A warm shower,” I said. “A very hot shower, actually.”
“That sounds like absolute heaven on Earth,” Shawn said.
“Join me?”
He glanced at me like he was surprised I’d even asked.
“Come on,” I said before he could overthink it. “Showering is always better with two.”
I showed him to the shower and we hopped in together under the steaming hot water. It was every bit as sinfully good as I’d expected after the long day, and getting the eye candy of staring at Shawn’s naked body was the cherry on top. I didn’t care how recently I’d just come—Shawn looked like a damn marble statue, and I could appreciate that anytime.
I lent him some clothes and a toothbrush afterward and ambled back out into the living room, popping on some old farming show on PBS to wind down. My mind felt wild, but some part of me also felt calmer than I had in weeks.
I had enjoyed that.
I had really, really fucking loved it, actually. Shawn hadn’t been some bashful, shy flower who expected sweet nothings and gentle touches. He was every bit as filthy as I was. And God, it was good.
I had my feet up on the couch when Shawn ambled out, his hair all shower fresh and disheveled. He was adorable, dressed in one of my old T-shirts and still clearly in a state of bliss after coming all over my floor.
“I sure as hell could get used to this,” I said, looking him up and down. I’d said it like it was nothing, but as the words hung in the air, I paused.
I never said things like that.
Get used to this?
Hell, I usually wouldn’t say that even to people I hooked up with all the time. Usually I’d be scared to say something like that. Scared of giving someone the wrong idea. It could make them think I was looking for something that I wasn’t.