Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Don’t touch yourself,” Cash said. His voice was deep and dark, commanding. “Make it last. I wanna be in you when we come.”
Dev lifted his gaze but continued working Cash in and out of his mouth, swirling and sucking, teasing him to the brink.
He hollowed his cheeks, his lips chasing his fist down Cash’s length. He even obeyed Cash, not touching his own eager cock because the man was absolutely right, he’d come on the floor between his parted thighs. They both knew he was up for more. But if he came, he’d speed things along, and he didn’t want that right now.
With his gaze fixed on Cash, he took his lover’s sac in his hand, firmly rolling and twisting the balls in his palm. He kept his fist at the base of Cash’s cock and tightened his hold, guiding Cash deeper down his throat. He swore those green eyes flashed from his effort.
Cash’s fingers tightened in his hair, sinking deeper into his flesh. The hand at his jaw moved in such a way to encase Dev’s neck while the thumb continued to caress his cheek. It was a controlling move. One Dev used on Cash all the time.
The hand in his hair gripped Dev, pushing Cash’s cock even deeper inside his mouth. The unique look of love or lust, maybe both, on Cash’s face had Dev’s heart dancing. The five o’clock shadow that Cash rarely let shade his jaw had grown into a fuck-me-stubble. The focused green gaze, pursed full lips, and muscular chest just did it for Dev.
He squeezed Cash’s balls and gave control to Cash, letting his guy fuck his mouth with abandon. Cash was up for the task. His hips snapped as Dev worked at accepting breath whenever possible.
“Relax your jaw,” Cash murmured. It wasn’t a jaw issue, Cash’s broad head and thick shaft were only going to go down so far, but Dev tried, wanting to please Cash. The fraction of an inch he gained seemed to fuel Cash’s next few actions.
Cash’s strength overrode Dev’s, and holy hell, that was such a motherfucking turn on. In seconds flat, Cash had Dev yanked up enough to manhandle him over the workout bench as if he were nothing more than a rag doll.
An excited yelp escaped his lips when Cash roughly yanked his jeans down his ass. Dev parted his thighs as far as they could go, Dev’s hands and forehead pushed to the mat on the other side of the bench as his ass was positioned just the way Cash wanted.
It was coming. The sweet torture to his hole. Dev’s gaze riveted to the moment Cash’s knees hit the mat. His ass was spread apart. The minute Cash’s tongue licked across his rim, Dev closed his eyes and sketched the moment inside his head, committing every swipe to memory.
His cock leaked as Cash went to work, licking and nipping, spreading Dev’s cheeks farther apart to push his tongue past Dev’s rim.
Jesus Christ, what a motherfucking turn on. The world exploded into Technicolor fireworks behind his eyelids.
“Fuck yeah.” He loved the way Cash rimmed him. It was intimate and meaningful. A moment so deeply personal it connected him to Cash on the highest level. His body strummed. Cash’s prickly stubble scraped against his tender skin, adding just the right mix to make his hand seek his straining cock.
Cash licked around his opening, then tenderly bit Dev on the cheek as he lifted off his ass. “Don’t touch yourself. We come together.”
Dev hissed at the sting of Cash’s teeth and the cool breath against his heated skin. He clenched his fists, gripping the mat as he decided whether he was going to play along or give in to the release sprinting toward completion.
Truthfully, it didn’t fucking matter whether he touched himself or not, he was going to burst soon enough on his own. Cash went to work again. Heaven took over his world. “Fuck yeah. Punish me so good.” Dev’s body relaxed. His cheek rested on the padding of the mat.
Yeah, his release was on its way. Cash was a fucking marvel.
The joyfulness took a hard nosedive when Cash’s hand tightly gripped his hard length, squeezing.
“Nooo…” Dev pushed up, reaching for his cock, trying to dislodge the strong hold.
“Shh,” Cash murmured, his face still buried between his ass cheeks. Cash’s skilled fingers worked with his tongue, easing Dev open. The bastard aimed for his prostate.
Motherfucker.
As Dev absorbed the pulsing pleasure rippling across his body, the firm fist on his cock tightened like a vise. God, it felt so fucking good.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Cash reminded him, the fingers in his ass scissored. “Do you hear me?”
The only solace Dev found was from the strain in Cash’s voice.
Good. Cash needed to suffer too.
Chapter 8
Cash rested back on his heels and reached for the bottle of lube. The unique scent that was all Dev filled his senses, seeping slowly into his soul. It was no exaggeration, he did love touching his biker intimately.