Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Rising from the couch, I toss the notebook aside and stalk over to him. His masculine scent—salty with a hint of pine—makes me thirsty to lick every inch of wetness from him. I settle for a heated kiss that has him gripping my ass hard.
“I think I could take a break to play,” I tease, nipping at his bottom lip.
He pulls away, grinning. “Let me shower first. Stay right here like a good boy. I’ll be back.”
As soon as he turns to go upstairs, I roll my eyes. I watch his back muscles flex as he walks up the steps, and I check out his ass. Stay. Yeah fucking right.
I rip off my shirt and prowl after him. Never will I get enough of this man. It still freaks me out sometimes that I’ve given up on pussy to settle for one dick. When I’m feeling low, it messes with my head a little. But all it takes is a kiss from Blaine to send my heart ratcheting through my chest. He chases away all the unease and confusion, filling me with certainty and him. Together, we fit. We’re fucking perfect. I don’t have to prove it to the world, just him. And every day, I work hard to show Blaine I’m a man worth having.
It turns out, Owen was also right. Our fans don’t care who I love. Women still want me, and so do men. But more than that, they want our music.
The sound of the shower running greets me the moment I enter our room. Blaine is already naked and stepping under the spray. I strip out of my clothes, hot on his heels. When I make it under the hot spray, he shakes his head at me.
“You disobeyed me, boy.”
He loves it.
Fucker loves punishing me, so I’m a good boy if we’re being fucking frank. I’m giving him what he wants. The chance to whip me into submission in a way that gets both our dicks hard.
“I’m a rebel,” I tell him with a grin as I grab the soap. “Can I make it up to you?”
His eyes darken as he nods. I start soaping his chest, running my fingers along the grooves of his V muscles, purposefully touching him everywhere but his hard-as-stone cock.
“You’re a tease,” he growls.
“You like it.”
He doesn’t argue. When I forcefully turn him around, he laughs, the rich sound echoing in the shower. Playfully, I smack his wet ass.
“Maybe I’m going to be in charge this time,” I taunt.
“Cute,” he grunts. “Really fucking cute.”
I hug him from behind, rubbing my dick between the crack of his ass. “You’re going to take it, boy,” I mock in a deep voice. “Every long inch.”
He growls.
The soap slips from my grip and hits the floor.
“Pick it up, boy,” I order, pretending to sound like him. “Pick it up so I can fuck your tight hole.”
I’m spun around so fast and slammed against the shower wall, I’m surprised he doesn’t send us through the glass. His eyes are fire and lust, burning wildly as he grips my throat tight. Our dicks are hard, sandwiched between us, wet and soapy.
“You’re in trouble now,” he warns, his eyes dipping to look down at my mouth.
I lick my lips and grin. “Good. Now punish me so I can get the Wi-Fi password.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, and I mentally high-five myself for almost getting him to smile after I’ve pissed him off. He quickly schools his features and grabs my wrist with his other hand, guiding it to his hot cock.
“You’re going to have to earn it, boy.”
I jack him off under the water, washing away the remnants of the soap, then drop to my knees, my eyes never leaving his. He grips a handful of my hair and hisses the moment I tease his tip with my tongue.
As I take him deep in my mouth, I can’t help but feel at peace. Blaine was everything I never knew I needed. He somehow knew and was drawn to me. And he forced me to face things I may never have been able to do on my own.
Now he owns every part of me.
He thrusts hard, sliding easily into my throat and making my muscles constrict. My mind dances with all the possibilities of how he’ll take me tonight. All night. Hard, brutal, relentless. And at the end of the night, we’ll fall together in a mess of sweaty limbs and whispered I love yous.
Sorry, Sof, no work tonight.
I’m about to be a bad boy and play with my man.
All. Night. Long.