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)
Without thinking, I reached out to touch his fingers. “I bet you could have these reset someday. Once you…well, you know…”
My hand still on his knuckles, he trembled, and that was when I saw it: the hunger and desire in his expression.
“Lachlan…” I murmured, my heart rising to my throat.
“Fuck…” He took a shaky breath. “I wanna kiss you so bad, but I…”
“Then do it,” I replied, tugging on his hand.
When our eyes connected, he didn’t waste another moment. He stepped forward and caged me against the wall, then buried his head against my neck, and I could feel his heavy breaths and all the indecision that came with them.
“Hey, it’s okay. We’re both adults and obviously attracted to each other.”
He drew back to study me. “Is that why you asked me—”
“No! I would never assume, but tonight I could tell…well, I hoped I was right.”
“You were right.” His fingers trembled against my jaw as he slowly…so painstakingly slowly…angled his face closer. I could feel his breath on my lips as he finally…finally brushed his mouth against mine. It was so tentative, so shuddery sweet, that pinpricks lined my lips. My hand hesitantly touched the back of his neck as I leaned my forehead against his.
After another shared breath, I pressed our lips together, and when I felt the tip of his tongue flick against my lower lip, I couldn’t hold back a groan. I kissed each corner of his mouth, then his lips, before our tongues tangled in a sensual dance. And damn, it was heaven.
This time Lachlan groaned as I deepened the kiss, our tongues and mouths becoming increasingly fervent and needy, our hands buried in each other’s hair, his tugging motion stinging my scalp in a good way. When he sank his weight against me and our chests, hips, and groins aligned, I could feel his arousal as my own shot through the roof.
He caught his breath as he panted against my lips, our mouths and tongues joining in a slower, steadier kiss. It was so soft and hot, my chest crammed with a rush of emotions I couldn’t easily unpack right then.
I felt like I might crawl right out of my skin. I needed more. More of his mouth, hands, the needy noises seemingly stuck in the back of his throat. Gripping his biceps, I flipped us so he was now flush against the wall, and seeing the pure want and need in his eyes, I felt the urge to completely devour him.
“Please,” he begged, and somehow, I knew exactly what he needed as I took his mouth in a deep, frantic kiss. He rocked toward me, and when my hand cupped the front of his jeans, he shuddered.
My fingers fumbled on his button and zipper as his hands rivaled mine, and soon enough we were exposed to each other. I latched my lips to his as we reached for each other’s cocks at the same time, stroking in near unison, moaning into each other’s mouths.
Lachlan was uncut, which surprised me. Not that I hadn’t been with uncut men before, but there was something extra sexy finding that he wasn’t.
“Won’t last,” he grunted as I fisted his cock more firmly. When the foreskin lowered, revealing the glans, I caught a glimpse of that pretty pink head and suddenly wished I could take my time with him.
“Same,” I replied, thrusting into his hand.
He slid his thumb over my slit, collecting precome and using it as lube. Everything felt sensitive to his touch as the familiar prickling sensation traveled down to my balls and I skated on the edge. When he pumped and circled my glans, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shot into his hand, shivering through my orgasm as I pumped him recklessly. He spurted soon after, and I felt his come dripping over my wrist and forearm.
As I got my bearings, I watched hazily as he drew his hand away from my softened cock, then lifted a finger to suck it clean.
“So hot,” I grunted, raising a finger to my own lips and licking away his come.
When he groaned in response, I tugged him closer and tangled our tongues so we could taste each other.
Chasing our breaths, I drew away, feeling sweaty, my brain foggy, but regret couldn’t find its way inside me.
“Let me get something.” I dampened a towel in the bathroom, then handed him one end, and we cleaned up and tucked ourselves in.
That was apparently the moment reality sank in. Lachlan had trouble looking me in the eye, glancing instead from his rolling cart to the door.
“I… I probably shouldn’t have…”
“Why not? It felt damned good.”
Lachlan nodded. “Still…I…I’m gonna go.”
I watched as the door closed behind him, and wondered if I should go after him, but then thought better of it. I turned toward the window, and that was when I noticed he’d left the hoodie on the chair.