Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Shit, shit, shit.
The heat between my legs grew, and suddenly I could feel myself getting wetter, something I’d never before accomplished outside of when I was reading a really good smutty book.
Oh God.
This was torture.
My fingers itched to move.
I wanted them somewhere else so bad that they actually twitched.
My middle finger slipped under the waistband and came to a halt.
Everything inside of me screamed.
I hadn’t meant to do that, yet I couldn’t move them again.
What if he woke up? He was going to wake up. He’d have to wake up.
Oh God.
I squirmed inwardly, wanting to grind myself against him at the same time that I also wanted to shove my hands down his pants the rest of the way.
The bed hit the wall again and then again.
That’s when I felt Steel stiffen.
Both in body and in cock.
I was unsure how our position came to be, but I assumed that Steel had either moved me to his bed, or he moved to mine.
I couldn’t see any light in the room due to the blackout curtains, so I couldn’t even tell where we were in the room.
But I could feel Steel all around me.
His arm tightened slightly around my shoulders and then dropped.
His hand met bare skin, which was when I realized that my shirt had somehow ridden up.
And when I say it rode up, I meant that I could feel my bare breasts against his very hot chest.
Oh, fuck.
Goddammit, I was horny.
I didn’t dare move.
Whatever had gotten us into this mess was a Godsend.
That’s how I took it, anyway.
I’d needed a way to get closer, and he’d practically given it to me by crawling into bed with me.
I couldn’t help that my body was attracted to his, drawn to him like a magnet.
He tried to move away from me slightly, and I did what any sane woman would do in this situation.
I moved, acting like I was still asleep, and practically rolled straight over on top of him.
He didn’t move for a long minute.
I didn’t, either.
Couldn’t, really.
I was sure, any second, he’d roll me off of him. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I could feel his cock—which was definitely getting harder by the second—against my inner thigh.
My breasts were now fully pressed against his chest, and I was right.
He had chest hair. Quite a bit of it, actually.
Saliva filled my mouth, but I didn’t dare swallow.
He’d know. I knew it. If I so much as did anything overtly obvious, he’d roll me off and tell me this wasn’t a good idea.
So I stayed still.
It was the hardest thing I’d ever done.
His cock, also, never deflated.
In fact, I almost wanted to say it got harder.
It took everything I had not to grind myself against him.
My clit was throbbing, I could feel my wetness saturating my underwear, and I knew that soon, it’d be obvious to not just me but him, too.
His hand came up and he fisted my hair again, tugging it lightly.
I couldn’t help it.
I moaned and rubbed myself against him.
He froze again. For long, drawn out seconds, he paused and didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe.
Then his hand—the one that wasn’t fisted in my hair—came down to rest on my ribs.
His thumb came out and swept down, swiping all the way along my outer breast.
My nipples pebbled.
He did it again, and this time I couldn’t help but squirm on top of him.
His hand moved down the length of my back to my leg that was resting between his thighs, and he pulled it up until it was resting on the outside of his other thigh.
I moved then, re-centering myself on his body until my breasts were in the middle of his chest, my head tucked up underneath his chin, and my pussy centered directly over his very hard cock.
And that’s about the time that the people on the other side of the wall really started to go at it.
It was also when he realized that I was no longer even remotely asleep.
“Awake?”
I swallowed, then nodded.
“Thank fuck.”
I grinned and brought my head up, searching blindly in the dark for his mouth.
His beard was the first thing my lips touched, and then his hand was there, guiding my head until I was lips-to-lips with him.
“There,” he said against them.
I kissed him then, relishing in the act.
Matt hadn’t ever let me do this.
But Steel?
He owned my mouth.
Fucking. Owned. It.
He dragged my mouth to his, took what he wanted and didn’t let me go.
Not until I was out of breath and grinding against him in desperation.
But I wanted to do something. I wanted to do it so bad that I actually said what I wanted.
And he didn’t argue.
Not even a little bit.
“I want you in my mouth. I want it so bad.”
He growled something against my lips, and then he was helping me down between his legs.