Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Soon, we’re checked in, and we make good time crossing the casino, weaving between dolled up couples placing bets and playing slot machines. And in the elevator, I manage not to push him into a corner. Look at me. King of resistance.
When we exit the lift on the twelfth floor, Hunter swings his gaze around the plush hotel with its silver baseboards and gold etching on the wall. “This is definitely extravagant,” he says.
That’s what the prospect of sex with someone who wants me feels like—extravagant.
My desire beats faster inside my heart as we close the distance to the room at the end of the hall. “Glad you like this place,” I say.
“I love it. I think you might be the best date ever,” he replies. I feel like a superhero. If aliens attack Las Vegas, I can save the city.
As soon as the door latches, our bags hit the floor. We discard phones and kick off shoes. And it is on.
I prowl over to Hunter. “We’ve got thirty minutes before we meet my friends.”
“And we have to shower too,” he says, in the sexiest suggestion I’ve ever heard.
“Good idea.” I grab the waistband of his jeans. “Can’t wait to get you naked. See all of you. Touch you. I need a taste of you before we go out tonight.”
Hunter shudders. “Oh, shit. Holy fuck. Holy fucking hell.”
I’ve never heard so many expletives.
Forget the city. I can save the whole goddamn world with my lust this evening. “Is that a yes?” I ask, high already on his desire.
“Shower. Good. Yes. So good,” he says, barely able to talk.
Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me?
Hunter’s enthusiasm is a good drug. I want another hit. So I grab the neckline of his shirt, drag him against me. “I’ll fuck you later, but I’m gonna make you feel so good now.”
“Want that,” he murmurs.
I’m out of control. So aroused I can’t see straight. I crush his mouth in a hot kiss that goes to my head. I could kiss him for hours, but I’ve got to get him naked and under the hot water.
I find the will to break the kiss so I can grab some lube from my wallet. A minute later, we’re in the bathroom, shedding clothes in a flurry.
As he whips off his shirt, I lick my lips at the view. He’s all lean muscles and trim arms, his chest covered in a light dusting of golden blond hair I remember fondly from our afternoon together.
Now I get to see him in his full glory.
Want to roam my hands down his arms.
Want to squeeze his ass.
I want everything all at once. I don’t know if I’ll get enough today, tonight, in the morning. Gotta start now.
I shed my jeans and boxers in a flash, grip my dick, and stroke it once for him, putting on a show.
“We really need to work on your lack of body confidence,” Hunter says as he stares unabashedly at my cock while he steps out of his pants.
“Why don’t you work on that with me in the shower?” I ask, tugging on his boxer briefs, then jerking them down.
I grip his hard-on. He groans savagely. Heat flares through my cells.
I jerk him nice and slow a few times. He moans with each tug.
Then I let go to head into the glass-encased shower. Once I turn on the water, I take a beat to gather my wits.
Focus on him.
This is my chance to make a man feel incredible.
But not just any man. This man who’s irresistible, and funny, and the best traveling companion I’ve ever had.
Hunter joins me, shutting the door on the world beyond.
I don’t hesitate—I crowd him, my mouth covering his, the water beating down hard. We kiss for a minute, maybe more. When he breaks away, he says, “Your lips…” He doesn’t, maybe can’t, finish the thought.
But I can figure it out. “Bet you’ll really like them on your dick.” I get down on my knees on the tiles, water sliding over my skin.
“Bet I will too,” he mutters as he grips his cock, offering it to me.
Finally.
Someone who wants me to give him head. Someone who likes my teasing.
I slide my hands up his thighs, dust my lips across the tip, then rasp out, “You want me to suck this beautiful dick?”
“Yes. Now,” he says, reduced to one-syllable words.
Okay, so maybe he can’t withstand as much teasing as I can give. But another time.
I ignore the voice that reminds me there won’t be another time, that there’s just tonight. I draw his delicious cock into my mouth and enjoy this time.
Hunter trembles under the water.
When I draw him deeper, he shudders.
Then, as I lick and suck, he gazes down at me with lust-drenched eyes. “Yes, fucking yes,” he moans.
Nothing else. Just a glorious chorus of yes, yes, yes in tandem with the sound of the falling water.