Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I helped him tug his pants and underwear off to allow me more room, then settled between his thighs. His legs shook as I kissed his belly and hip bones, ignoring his flushed cock for now. God, he was gorgeous. All man, and all mine to drive to the brink. The exact thing I needed right then.
My fingers curled around his shaft, jerking him off as I licked lower at his sac. I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and tongued his nuts, wanting to drive him wild. And from the way he was groaning and tugging my hair, I was doing just that.
I watched him as his eyes screwed shut and he rocked forward, and if that didn’t feel powerful, to have this man practically begging for it, I didn’t know what did.
“Please,” Foster said, and my balls ached hearing that throaty voice. “Don’t stop.”
I licked his slit, and the burst of salty precome across my tongue only made me harder. When I finally wound my lips around his cock and breathed in his spicy scent, my vision swam, almost like I couldn’t get over that this was real.
A potent, heady feeling ballooned inside me. I was off the street, and currently sucking a beautiful man who trusted me enough to give him pleasure. And the wildest part was that I trusted him. I never imagined myself in this position again, even if this was only friends with benefits.
I palmed his balls as my lips savored the salty head and thick shaft. I took him deep, down to the root, inhaling his scent as Foster swore and twisted his fingers in my hair. His balls grew tighter, and I could tell he was close, ready to unload. “Gonna let loose.”
I lifted my eyes to his and redoubled my efforts.
“Oh fuck!” he cried out as he filled my mouth with his come. And I swallowed it down, sucking him dry and reveling in every second of it. “Goddamn, so good.”
When he was soft, I pulled off his cock, Foster’s heavy panting filling the room. My knees aching, I stood up, feeling dizzy with longing.
“C’mere.” Foster reached for my waistband, pulled me out, and I was so far gone, I was practically useless in helping him.
He tightened his fist and stroked me good, pulling down the foreskin to tongue my head on every pass. It was too damned good to hold off. My knees shook as I spurted. His mouth enclosed my cock, and he drank me down.
Holy fuck, I wished I’d lasted longer so I could relive every second.
“So fucking hot,” I said, breathing heavily.
“Yes, you are,” he replied with a wink as he pulled his shirt over his shoulders and wiped his sweaty brow with the fabric.
“Speaking of hot,” I said, admiring the view, then followed suit so I could cool down.
He pulled me to him and kissed me breathless before tucking me into his arms, bare skin against bare skin, and damn, it was nice.
When I yawned one too many times, he pushed me up. “Time to hit the hay.”
I reluctantly stood as he cut the lights, and we headed to bed.
I chuckled as I stepped into my room and found Oscar asleep on the mattress.
“That rascal,” Foster said, then made the motion to wake him.
“No, don’t. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep tonight.”
His eyebrows drew together. “Are you having trouble?”
“Sort of?” I bit my lip. “I know it sounds strange, but it’s too quiet.”
“Damn, you should’ve told me.”
“Why would I? That’s nothing to complain about.” Hand to my chest, I said, “I’m lucky.”
Our gazes locked for a long moment, and then Foster lifted a finger. “Hold on. I’ve got an idea.” He left the room, rummaged around in the hall closet, then returned with a large box fan. “How about some white noise?”
“Good idea. Thanks.”
He plugged it into the far wall and adjusted the setting to high. I instantly felt relief. It would help mask the silence that seemed to leave me restless and unsettled.
Foster sat down on the mattress to pet Oscar while I slid beneath my covers. I tried not to drink in his bare form, his softened cock hanging below the nest of dark hair. If he felt my gaze pressing in on him, he didn’t call me on it. I liked that he felt comfortable enough in front of me.
“Want me to stay until you fall asleep?” he asked softly.
Why did I like the sound of that so much? I didn’t want to rely on him, but I found myself nodding anyway. Just for tonight.
After he cut the light, I shut my eyes with a sigh. Just knowing he and Oscar were near, I fell into dreamland.
18
FOSTER
Lachlan answered my landline on the second ring. He recognized my number through the caller ID feature on the phone, which helped him weed through the telemarketers.