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)
He arched a skeptical brow, and I rolled toward him, letting go of my dick as my body pressed into his warmth, my lips hovering near his. “I’m not a homophobe, and I’m not intimidated by you, Tucker, I promise you that.” Also mostly true. “Between us, you’ve got more ego than you have any right to. You’re overrated on the field, and you’re definitely overrated off of it.” I let the implied insult hang in the air as I wrapped a hand around his cock, and the shock in his face kept me there. “Know what else I think?” I squeezed his shaft. “I think you wanted me as much last night as you wanted her. Bet that burns you up, doesn’t it? Being curious about this ‘bougie’ mouth.”
Tucker’s grin was slow, dangerous, and made me suddenly too aware of how close we were, the fact that my hand was on his cock, the fact that I was more turned on now than I’d been last night.
“I think you’re playing an interesting game. Curious how far you’re gonna take it.”
“I think you underestimate me.”
“Nah.” With a viper’s quickness, Tucker steamrolled me, the lazy leonine pose a facade for the strength and speed he had on field, and I’d somehow not anticipated it. The length of his body pressed to mine, his cock flush on my naked abdomen, a velvety torture against my aching shaft. He dipped his head, lips close to my ear, breath warm and humid on the side of my neck. A trail of goose bumps rose up my back as he spoke. “You were watching me last night. Watching me like you were wondering how it might feel if I was behind you instead of her, wondering what it might feel like to suck this big dick—” He rolled his hips against me, and the friction along my shaft almost made me gasp. My hands flew to his hips instinctively as he continued. “You were wondering if I’d suck yours. Admit it, and I’ll do it. I’ve never had a complaint.”
I froze, my eyes widening, and the words that tumbled out of my mouth were louder, harsher than I intended, but I was afraid if I didn’t speak, if I didn’t fill the air with noise, I might actually succumb to his offer, might actually confess I’d been watching him last night, that it’d turned me on, that he’d turned me on. “The only thing I’m wondering right now is if you’re going to quit fucking around and get me off.” Words I’d never said to any man or woman in my life, but as I spoke them, heat mingled with desire raced through my body, and I was almost certain I could see the same in Tucker’s eyes.
The chuckle that rumbled in his chest was deeply amused as a hand closed around my throat and his lips hovered closer. I couldn’t tear my gaze from his, the amber flecks that darted through the depths of that brown showing me what really fucking scared me about this whole situation. Underlying lust. The kind that stayed with you. The kind that hooked you, made you crave things that defied logic, defied rivalry, defied everything I thought I knew about myself.
The fucker was teasing me before, but now he picked up the pace, rubbing his cock against me again, harder and faster, and despite my best intention to hold out, to watch him as he grew closer to the edge and then push him away and leave him hanging, the weight of him on me, the slide of his skin against mine, and the way his breath spilled from his lips in sharp, hungry gasps overrode all my senses. I was too horny, too turned on, and Tucker felt too fucking good. His breath came harsh in my ear, the hand he’d slid to the back of my neck tensing, fingers stroking the sensitive skin, but I didn’t fucking care, didn’t care about anything but the way his cock felt thrusting against mine.
With a harsh curse, I slipped my hand between our abdomens and wrapped both our cocks in my fist, jerking his against mine. Pleasure ignited in my veins and licked like flames through every part of me as heat jetted from the tip of my dick and spattered my abdomen.
The silence after was deafening. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but lie there, my chest heaving, still pinned beneath him. Our breaths mingled, and Tucker’s heart pounded against mine. There was something different in the depths of his gaze—vulnerability? Acknowledgment? Whatever it was, it scared the hell out of me.
A blink of his hooded eyes sent it away.
“You know, you’re a real fucking cliché, Bougie.” Tucker’s tone was dark and raw, his rock-hard dick still on me, his hand still around my throat. The aggressive way he used it to keep me in place, eyes still locked with mine, was almost as intoxicating as my orgasm had been.