Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I want you too.” Josh held the base of his cock, then let it make the same journey around my lips that his thumb had a few moments before. I went to lick at him, but Josh pulled back. “Fuck, look at you. You’re going crazy for it, aren’t you? I’ve never seen anything sexier.”
“It would be sexier if you let me actually blow you,” I countered, and he chuckled.
“Lick the tip.”
I looked up at him, wrapped my hand around the warm erection I’d grown to know, and swiped my tongue at the precome there, the way Josh did to me.
He hissed, and I took advantage, lowering my mouth around him, feeling the velvet-covered steel on my tongue for the first time. It lit me up from the inside out.
I tried to go down on him but took him too deep and choked. I recovered quickly and found a rhythm that worked for me, using my hand and my mouth on him. Josh told me how good I was, how hot, how much he wanted me, each word like fuel on the fire of my need for him.
“You fucking love it, don’t you? Love being on your knees for me, my dick buried in your throat.”
I wasn’t taking him that deep, of course, but everything else, fuck yes, I loved it. I lowered my mouth to his balls, inhaled the musky scent of him that made my dick even harder. I licked them, sucked one, then the other, salty flavor bursting on my tongue.
Josh’s hand tangled in my hair as he led me, took the little bit of control I was giving him. My own nuts were aching, my cock throbbing.
“Fuck, Griff. Goddamn it. What am I going to do? I don’t know how to get enough of you,” Josh rambled, pumping his hips slightly as I took him into my mouth again. “Do you know what it does to me to know mine is the first cock between your lips? Jesus, I want to paint your face with my come, want you to walk out into the bar that way so everyone knows you’re mine. I’m so fucked. I don’t know how to get enough of you,” he repeated, and the truth was, I didn’t know how to get enough of Josh either. I wanted everything he’d just said.
“You can…you can do it. Come on my face.” His urgent groan in response made me feel stronger and even more desired.
I pulled off and spit into my hand. I started jerking my cock as soon as Josh did his. Our gazes held as I knelt for him, each of us pumping ourselves. When he smiled down at me, it felt like something exploded in my chest.
Josh Westbrook was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and I wanted him to be mine, truly mine.
I could tell when he was about to come, could see the intensity in his eyes and how his body went rigid. Josh sped up his strokes, his cock jerking as the first pulse of come landed on my cheek. Feeling his hot release against my skin made my own balls tighten. Josh let go again, another spurt landing on my lower lip and chin as my own orgasm pulled from my balls, making me see stars, my load running down my fingers.
We were quiet afterward. Josh looked down at me, cupped the cheek that didn’t have his release all over it. “What are you doing to me? I didn’t think I could… Christ, Griff, you got me all twisted up.”
“I know. We’ll figure it out.”
He gave me a simple nod. “Stay there. Let me get something to wipe you up.” He went over and grabbed the box of Kleenex from my desk.
He came back just as I licked my bottom lip, wanting to taste him.
“Oh fuck. You don’t know how sexy that was.”
I wiped the rest of my lip and pushed it into my mouth. “What? You mean that?” It was…well, it was salty and definitely not the best thing I’d put in my mouth, but it was his load, and knowing where it came from and what it meant made me want to swallow it all.
“You’re trouble, Griffin Caine.”
“I thought you liked trouble?” I replied as he wiped the rest of the come from my face with a Kleenex.
“I like your kind of trouble.”
Luckily, there was a bathroom in my office. We cleaned up as best we could with the water and paper towels in there before getting dressed.
When we got to my office door, I remembered the full bar down the hall.
“Hey. It’s fine. Nothing to be ashamed of.” Josh kissed me.
“I’m not…not at all. I’m…proud.”
“Jesus, sweetheart. You don’t even know.”
Yeah, I thought maybe I did.
“Do you want to stay at my house again tonight?” he asked.