Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Ezra. Fuck. Me too. I’m falling so hard for you.” He worried the corner of his lip with his teeth. “It’s terrifying, but I love you too.”
“I know.” I rewarded his honesty with a soft kiss on his belly. “I’m scared too, but it’s the good kind of scared.”
“Says my X-rated games adrenaline addict.”
“You know it.” I swiped my tongue down his shaft. “Let’s be terrified together. Like a tandem bungee jump.”
“You’re…oh.” Whatever tease Duncan had been about to lob my way dissolved into a long, low moan as I took him in my mouth.
“Didn’t think I’d forgotten what I was down here for, did you?” I winked at him.
“Feel free to remind me.” Voice husky, he stroked my hair. His expression was lustier now, but the emotion remained in his eyes, making everything I was doing much more potent. And fun. A lot of fun.
I’d done this plenty, but never with someone I loved like this, never with someone I wanted the way I wanted Duncan. Doing this for him was more than the adrenaline rush, more than the intoxicating sensations of a full mouth and closed-off throat. Each time I took his cock deep felt almost…sacred. Like I was worshipping at the altar of his wonderfulness, showing him how much he meant to me with every flick of my tongue, every drag of my lips, every caress of my fingers.
In keeping with that devotion, I set a slow, deliberate tempo until he was groaning and scooting toward the edge of the couch.
“You’re a fucking magician.”
“Musician.” I beamed up at him, using his new position to ease his pants down farther, giving me more real estate to play with. “But close.”
“Don’t make me laugh.” He chuckled anyway and canted his hips, invitation clear.
“Nah. I’d rather make you come.” I went right back to sucking, harder now, wetter, the sort of deep, sloppy intensity that drove me absolutely wild. The more he let himself use me, the higher I flew, the more I wanted. I pulled back to let saliva drip onto my index finger, making it easier to play with his balls and hole.
“There. Right there. Please,” he demanded. I loved how he’d gone from nervous about ass play to asking for it. I’d done that, made him comfortable with that side of himself, and power and satisfaction made my own cock throb, abs burning, ass clenching to make sure I didn’t accidentally come before him.
Circling his rim with firm pressure, I sucked hard and fast. He kept hovering a hand lightly over my head, his thighs tensing like he was trying way too hard to hold back. I was having none of that. I grabbed his wrist, put his hand firmly on my head, and yanked his hip with my other hand, making it clear what I wanted.
“Come on, baby.” My whisper cut through the empty room. The air conditioning was cool on my skin, but inside I was burning for this man, needing his orgasm with a fierceness I’d never known.
“Christ.” He cursed as I resumed my hard and fast rhythm before upping the ante, easing a slick finger past his rim. “I’m going to…”
His hips surged, taking my finger deeper as he finally gave in and fucked my face the way I wanted: artless and urgent. All I could do was hold on and swallow as he came with a series of huge gasps. It was glorious. Electric power raced through me like I’d licked a live wire. I couldn’t get enough, swallowing and sucking until he shoved at my shoulder.
“Holy fuck.” Head tipped back, he closed his eyes, totally spent and as beautiful as I’d seen him.
“Isn’t being roommates going to be awesome?” I patted his thighs, loving how relaxed he was now, all his usual tension gone, replaced by a blissed-out languidness I could stare at for hours.
“Hell yes.” He laughed tiredly before grabbing at my arm. “Now, get up here so I can take care of you.”
“You already did.” I let him haul me up next to him, but I was serious. He’d taken such good care of me. For weeks and weeks now, he’d shown me the deep pleasure of turning the tables, taking care of him. Taking care of each other. That was a true partnership, what we both wanted and needed. I wanted nothing more than to keep caring for him for as long as he’d let me.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Duncan, six months later
Red carpets made me twitchy, all the flashbulbs and roped-off clamoring fans and shouted questions. A security nightmare, made worse when I was actually walking the damn thing and not hanging on the sidelines. But this was one of the biggest nights in the music industry, and the only place I wanted to be was right here, holding my man’s hand and squinting into the bright lights.