Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Way crawled onto the bed first, but as soon as I climbed on top of him, he flipped me over onto my back and began kissing his way down my chest. His eyes never left mine.
Way’s nerves seemed to have fled, now that things were actually happening, and there was a confidence to his moves, which surprised me.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” My voice came out gruffer than usual.
“Given head? I’ve done it before on a woman. Many times. Surely that counts for something?”
I ran my fingers through his wild hair. “You gonna have trouble finding my clit?”
He ran his lightly stubbled chin down my hard shaft. “Probably. It’s a tiny little thing, ain’t it?”
I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Asshole.” I tilted my hips up until my dick pressed against his neck. Seeing it against his blush-streaked skin lit me up even more.
His eyes were bright with humor as he stuck out his tongue to tease me. Gentle touches as if he was a nervous neophyte. I could tell by his expression he wasn’t truly nervous, which only made me hotter for him.
“It’s not mystery meat at a sketchy cafeteria,” I grumbled. “Stop fucking with me.”
He grasped my cock in his hand and stroked it up and down before running the flat of his tongue from base to tip. Just as he was opening his mouth to take the head inside, he pulled back and grinned at me. I groaned and squeezed my eyes closed. I felt my cock jerk in his grip.
“This is fun,” he said. “Makes me want to edge you for hours just to see you get more and more upset.”
I gritted my teeth. All I could think about was the wet heat of his mouth. “Suck my cock.”
“Mm. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just…” He moved down and ran his tongue lightly in the crease between my balls and my thigh, nudging my sac with his nose.
I gripped his hair and tried moving his head back to its target. It only made him chuckle more. No matter what I tried, he continued teasing me until finally, fucking finally, he took the head of my cock into his mouth and wrapped his warm tongue around it before sucking it.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Just like that.”
His eyes met mine which made my stomach tighten. Blue irises glinted at me, cutting through the teasing and making me feel a connection.
Husband, I thought. My husband.
I’d never imagined what it would feel like to be bound to someone in this way. It shouldn’t feel different, especially with a stranger, especially when it wasn’t real… but somehow, it did.
Way had a piece of me no one else had ever claimed before. He would always be my first husband, and even the legal proceedings ahead of us wouldn’t take that away from him.
Suddenly, I was annoyed by the emotional response I was having. These feelings were ruining a hot encounter with a gorgeous man.
I sat up and grabbed him, maneuvering him around on the bed until his hard cock was above my face while his mouth remained on my dick.
Our sixty-nine turned sloppy and frantic, grunts and groans mixed with loud, wet sucking noises to fill the tiny space around his bed. My cock was impossibly hard as I thrust up into his mouth and took him as deep as I could. Within moments, his spunk hit the back of my tongue. I tried to pull out of his mouth before coming, which resulted in my release hitting his lips, chin, and neck. The look on his face would have been comical if I hadn’t been distracted by my intense orgasm.
“Sorry,” I said, chest still heaving.
“Why’d you pull out?”
I glanced over at him. He’d flopped sideways onto the bed and reached for a box of tissues on one of the nearby built-in shelves.
“Wasn’t sure you were up for the full experience.”
He grinned over at me. A wave of relief washed over me at the evidence he wasn’t experiencing regrets. Another wave followed shortly after, only this one was heat and possession from seeing my release streaked across his face.
“Maybe so.” He wiped his face without taking his eyes off me. “So I did okay? Found your clit?”
I reached out and grabbed his free hand. For some reason, the thought of him giving a woman head dimmed my afterglow. “You did okay. My lady parts thank you.”
He turned on his side and pressed a kiss to the outside of my thigh. The gesture was sweet and affectionate. Unexpected.
Intimate.
My heart continued to pound wildly in my chest. What the hell was happening here? The last thing I needed from this man—this situation—was feelings. I was not a feelings person. Not anymore.
Temporary. That’s all this was. Temporary slaking of lust. A temporary summer string of casual hookups that just so happened to be with the same man.