Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
And then we were kissing and rutting against each other. My blunt nails dug into his back, and he groaned into my mouth. As embarrassing as it was, my balls were already going to let loose, my orgasm right fucking there, because this was Law, and fuck, he knew how to play my body like he was creating his own music.
Just as I was about to stop him, because I so wasn’t ready to blow my load yet, there was something cold against my face and Law was pulling away. Bear stood beside us, looking at us like, What are you guys doing?
Law laughed, and then I did too, our bodies vibrating together.
“Way to cock block, man.” Law petted Bear’s head and sat up.
Want gripped me, seized me, almost sending me into a panic. My hand shot out and wrapped around his biceps. “I want you. I know it’s stupid, but I really fucking need to feel you, Law.”
His blue eyes swirled with heat. His body trembled. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I nodded, then stood. I held my hand out for him, and he took it.
“Stay here, boy,” he told Bear as I led him to my bedroom, and closed the door behind us.
My hands danced over the smooth, tan skin of his chest, his abs. Law sucked in a deep breath but continued to let me explore him. I traced the line of his jeans, the muscular V that disappeared beneath them. “You’re so beautiful. Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’re real.” I was just…me, just normal. I wasn’t anything special, but he always had been.
“Hey,” Law said, tilting my head up so I looked him in the eyes. He cupped my cheek, brushed his finger across the bone there. “You are so fucking beautiful. I wish you saw what I do when I look at you.”
Heat rose to my cheeks. Law smiled, leaned in, and kissed the warmth.
“You gonna undress me or not?” he asked.
“You know I am.” My fingers shook as I unbuttoned, then unzipped his jeans. Shoving my hands beneath them and his boxer trunks, I pushed the material down, watching his cock spring free. There was a pearl of precome at the tip. I swiped it with my thumb, and Law hissed. I sucked it off.
I knelt, helped him take off his jeans, then leaned in to nuzzle his tight sac. I breathed him in, kissed the crease where his groin and leg met, lapped at his balls.
“You can’t,” he gritted out, his voice tight. “If you do, I’m going to shoot all over that pretty face of yours.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know I love it when you do that.”
Law grinned. “Fuck, I missed you.” He cupped my face again, brushed his finger over it. “As much as I want to mark you, I really need inside you. Can I fuck you?”
Blood rushed through my ears. My cock throbbed, and my legs felt weak. “Yeah.” There was nothing like having Law inside me.
I stood, pulling down my sweats as I did. Once I stepped out of them, Law wrapped his fingers around my prick and stroked. My bones damn near melted, already on the ragged edge.
“Fuck, you’re dying for it, aren’t you?” Law asked.
“You know I am.” I’d always loved sex with him. Had been a bit obsessed with it, if I was being honest.
He nodded toward the messy bed, and we went to it. “Lie down, Rem. It’s my turn to explore.”
I went down on my back, and Law’s mouth crushed mine again. My arms twined around him, trying to pull him close, to feel his weight, but he stayed on his hands and knees, leaning over.
“Please,” I begged, and he let me taste his smile again.
“No. Once I’m on top of you, I’ll be inside you. I haven’t gotten to worship you in too long.”
I let out a strangled moan, sparks alight in my veins. Law smiled down at me, and if I hadn’t been on my back, it would have knocked me off my feet.
He kissed me the way he had on the couch—the corners of my mouth, my chin, my temples, my neck, my collarbones. He really was worshipping me, savoring me, but then, it was always that way with him. He made me feel treasured, like the kind of man who turned heads, the one everyone wanted to be with.
Law lifted my arm and nuzzled my armpit, which made me laugh.
“So damn ticklish,” he teased. He licked one nipple, and the other, then kissed his way back up to my shoulders. “I missed these freckles. Especially this one.” He pushed his tongue against my skin.
“That one exact freckle, huh?”
“Yes, that one. And this one, and this one, oh, and this one over here.” He tasted each one, and I remembered how I’d hated my freckles until they knew what his tongue and his words felt like.