Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I whimpered embarrassingly, but he didn’t seem to mind. He cupped my cheek in his palm and pressed his lips softly against mine. The kiss wasn’t demanding. It was the opposite of the first kiss we’d shared— reverent, gentle, exploratory.
At first I couldn’t get my lips to move, but Kage moved his ever so slowly against mine, coaxing me into action. I parted my lips and felt the tip of his tongue slip between them. When my knees buckled, he was there to catch me, wrapping his strong arm around the small of my back and cinching me tightly against him. The knowledge that he was naked against my fully clothed body made me weak with anticipation.
Kage pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, and suddenly I was sucking hungrily at his tongue, winding my arms around his neck, and pressing my lower body against his. I was desperate to get closer, to feel through the barrier of my clothing what he had pressed against me. My hunger knew no bounds, growing exponentially with each passing second as it became clearer that this was not some fevered fantasy. This was actually happening.
And I was going to let it.
He unwound my arms from his neck and reached down to pull my t-shirt over my head so that we were skin to skin. The scrub of chest hair against my nipples was exquisite torture, and I moaned, pulling back to catch my breath.
“Fuck no, you’re not going anywhere!” Kage yanked me back against him. “I’ve waited too long for this. Been patient enough.” He covered my mouth and face with kisses, moved down to my throat, and bit the sensitive skin there until I cried out. I was overcome with passion, my breath coming in quick gasps as I fought to keep it together. I had always thought of myself as a player and a skilled lover, but I swear Kage made me feel like a virgin all over again.
“Take off your pants,” he said.
“What are you planning on doing to me?” I asked, my voice distant to my own ears as I worked my shorts down my legs, leaving my boxer briefs on.
“What I should have done when you first got here. And if it hadn’t been for you lying to me about having a girlfriend, I would have.”
“How did you know I’d let you?”
He chuckled. “I could tell by the way you look at me. Like you’re eating me alive with your eyes.”
“I don’t do that,” I protested. “I don’t even like guys.”
“Liar.” Kage shook his head and took a step back. “Get on your knees, Jamie.”
“Pardon me?”
“Don’t give me that look. I said get on your knees.”
I wanted to tell him no, that this was insanity, and that I wasn’t gay. I wanted to point out that I’d just recently had a girlfriend whom I’d fucked soundly on a regular basis. But instead I sank to my knees in front of him and waited, looking up at his unbelievably perfect body, all muscles and planes and smooth skin. The boyish face with the five-o’clock shadow, the dark locks of hair that fell loosely around his face… and that’s when I felt it. He was right. I was devouring him with my eyes, because God help me I could not get enough.
I took in a deep breath, let it out, and finally gave in— to him, to me, and to the desire that had been chipping away at my sanity. Kage saw it the moment I submitted, and his mouth tipped into a salacious grin as he stepped toward me. He held that intimidating cock in his hand, the fat head mushrooming obscenely around his fist.
“Tell me what you want, Jamie. I’m not going to let you blame me after this is all over. You tell me what you want, or you don’t get it.”
I was so ashamed, so scared. I tried to tell myself it was okay to be weak, because Kage was strong enough for both of us.
“I want it in my mouth,” I whispered, feeling ridiculous.
Did I really just say those words?
He took a step closer, the head of his dick nearly touching my lips. I caught the scent I’d been dying for, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to dart my tongue out and steal a little taste of him. I needed for this to begin, for him to put me out of my misery, but something told me he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t satisfied with my answer yet. I wanted to please him, though. Wanted to please us both. That was my one coherent thought as I knelt there like a beggar, with carpet fibers digging into my knees and shame threatening to suffocate me.
“I want you, Kage,” I admitted, trading shame for candor. Hell, if I was actually going to take another man’s pipe in my mouth, I ought to be man enough to at least say the words. “I want to suck you off. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want… everything. You want me to beg? I will. I’ll do—”