Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I cupped his cheek, tilted his head. He was only about an inch shorter than me, but still he looked up at me through the veil of his thick lashes. “I’ve never felt this way before,” I admitted. I was the one who’d said no more games, so I wasn’t going to hold back. “I think about you all the time. I see something funny and I want to tell you about it. When I’m missing my family, I want to hear you say it’ll be okay. You got me feeling some things, baby, and that shit ain’t going away.”
His blue eyes turned stormy, flashes of lightning that struck me in the heart. “You make me feel like I matter…like I’m important. Like I’m more than my last name, more than the son who won’t follow his family legacy or the asshole that people only tolerate because of how I play on the field.”
Was that what he really thought? That he didn’t matter? That he was only those things?
“You’re so much fucking more. I wanted you to know it back then, even if I didn’t understand it—or at least I wanted you to know there was someone who would have your back. That’s why I slipped my number in your contacts after I heard what your dad said that day.”
“That’s how…you did that…? I…” Instead of finishing his sentence, our mouths just snapped together, a swift and magnetic pull. We kissed while we struggled out of our clothes, only separating to pull something off.
The second we were naked, I tackled him to the bed. Patrick laughed and wrestled me before we dissolved into kissing again.
This was so unexpected, so convoluted, and a huge-ass mess, but I wasn’t walking away. He was fucking mine now.
“You gonna let me eat your little hole?” I asked, hand drifting down his body and between his spread thighs. Patrick was on his back, looking up at me, gaze blissed and horny.
“Hell yes.”
I moved off him so he could flip over. Straddling his thighs, I leaned over, pressing my lips to each knob on his spine, going lower and lower. “Have you thought about this? What it would be like to have my tongue in your ass again?”
“Yes…god yes.”
“Do you stick your finger up there sometimes and pretend it’s me?”
“Christ, Malik.”
I grinned against his spine. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I eased down his body, still kissing as I went, then pushed his legs open, fitting myself between them. “I dream about this ass, too—every day. I fuck my fist and wish it was your hole or your mouth. I come saying your name because I don’t want anyone else. I want your taste on my tongue every motherfucking day.”
He pushed his ass back, then thrust forward, fucking the bed. “Do it. Right now.”
I smiled while spreading his cheeks, taking in the tight, pink pucker that had never known another man but me. I lashed my tongue over it and chuckled when he nearly shot off the bed. “Again,” he all but begged.
Gladly. I dove in then, taking what he was offering, taking what was mine. I lashed my tongue over his rim over and over again, softening him up for me.
Patrick made words I didn’t understand. He pumped his hips backward and forward, getting me inside him while taking advantage of the friction on his cock.
Leaning back, I spit on his hole before watching as I slipped a finger inside. Slowly, I pushed it in, inch by tortuous inch.
“So good. Why is that so good?”
“Because it’s me.”
Cocky? Sure, but it was true. There was something about the two of us together, and I wasn’t in the place to deny it any longer.
I went from one finger to two, watching him fist the pillow and writhe beneath me. I added my tongue to the mix, alternating between finger and tongue fucking him. His skin tasted like he was made of all my favorite things, and I would never be satisfied of my need for him.
When I rubbed his prostate, he bucked beneath me. “Get your fucking cock inside of me. I need it.”
“Do you have supplies in here?” I shoved to my knees.
“Lube in the drawer.”
“You brought it in here to play with yourself while you thought of me?”
“Get your fucking cock inside of me, Tuck.”
I laughed while plucking the bottle from the nightstand. “Condom?”
“Crap. In my room.”
“Do we need them? I haven’t been with anyone else in an embarrassingly long time, and I’m checked regularly. I’m negative.”
“Me too.” He pushed up onto his knees, too, and this time, I let him. I got dizzy and almost thought I was going to pass out. I was about to fuck him raw. I hadn’t ever been willing to risk that before, mostly because of women and pregnancy but also just because I’d been taught to always suit up.