Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
He kissed me all over again as if his lips were seeking buried treasure and my body was the map, marking his territory with smooth lips and the scrape of stubble, finding erogenous zones I hadn’t known existed, making me moan and shiver.
It took me a while to realize I wanted a share in the exploration, so I pushed him onto his back and took over, using my hands and mouth to touch and taste and tease every pleasure point he’d taught me. The noises coming out of Hux’s throat made me hotter, but seeing his cock jump and twitch in response to my actions made me dizzy with lust.
Why had I waited so long to experience this with another man? Why hadn’t I tried an app like other guys did?
Because it wouldn’t have been Hux.
I closed my eyes and took a moment to express my internal gratitude for this experience. Knowing Jasper Huxley was a good man, a kind man, and I was completely safe with him. He cared enough to make it good for me, to listen to me and respect what I needed and wanted.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting up and cupping the sides of my neck.
I nodded. “Really okay.”
Hux leaned in and kissed me hard, opening my mouth with his tongue and using it to own me along with the kiss. When he moved me off him, I was dizzy from the kiss and barely noticed him climbing off the bed to get something out of his bag.
He returned with a travel-sized bottle of lube.
“Lie back,” he said.
I was an odd mix of relaxed and jittery. My body felt like molten goo, but my heart tripped over itself with nerves.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Tell me what feels good.”
He focused on opening the bottle and pouring a little of the liquid over his fingers. I threaded my fingers into his hair. I loved Hux’s hair. It was usually sticking up in a million directions as if he’d either slept on it for days or stuck his finger in a socket.
When the cool, slick sensation of Hux’s fingers landed on the hot skin of my cock, I gasped and opened my knees. He quickly moved his fingers down past my balls to land on my hole. My face burned with embarrassment when I clenched against his finger.
“Sorry,” I said.
“You’re going to make me come,” he grunted under his breath.
My eyes opened wider. “What?”
“So fucking hot,” he mumbled. His eyes focused on what he was doing, but they looked a little glazed over. Could that be right? Was it possible my body made him as hot as his made me?
I clenched again, this time purposefully. When he groaned, I saw his dick jump.
His finger pressed circles around my hole before finally popping inside. I gasped and clenched again. This was going to take forever. Maybe anal sex wasn’t in the cards for us tonight. I couldn’t stop tensing up and worrying about embarrassing myself.
“Fuck it,” Hux said before diving down between my legs, shoving my knees up to my chest, and putting his tongue on my hole.
“Oh God!” I threw my head back. What… what in the… how could something possibly feel this good?
My reservations and nerves went out the window. There wasn’t time or energy for any of that when all I wanted to do was memorize every sensation of his hot wet tongue on my tender skin.
Hux’s mouth was aggressive. He licked and nipped and pressed until finally getting his fingers involved and stretching me for what felt like ages. When he lifted his head up to check on me, his hair was a rat’s nest, his nose was pink, and his lips were spit-slick. He looked wild.
I remembered something Hux had said a while ago when he was teasing me about Adam.
Do you like the way he smells? The way he smiles? The way he looks at you? The way he carries himself? Does looking at him make your dick swell, even in a crowded room? Does he make you laugh? Does he know how to get under your skin? Does he make you want to be around him all day long? Does he make you think, ‘Now, that is a man who could take me apart piece by piece and put me back together’?
“God, yes,” I said. The sound of my voice ripped through the air between us.
“Need you,” he croaked.
I couldn’t speak again around the guttural noises in my throat, so I nodded.
Hux slicked himself up before climbing up and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “If you ride me, you’ll be able to control things better.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to control anything, especially not now when I felt like I couldn’t even control my own breathing.
Hux’s hand brushed my hair back, and he met my eyes. “You still want—”