Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
His hands went to my waist, holding me as I explored his mouth, making hungry sounds as I did so. My body seemed to be acting of its own accord. I didn’t remember giving it any signal, yet suddenly I was trying to climb onto his lap, to straddle him, but Ronan held me off.
“Shit. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Not sure this is the best place for that.”
Embarrassment washed over me, and I tried to scramble back. “Oh my God. I forgot we were in public.” How in the hell could I forget that? Also, hadn’t I just been thinking he might not want to have sex with me? And then I went ahead and mauled him anyway.
But Ronan was laughing, which made me laugh too. We sat there, cracking up while people walked by, looking at us as if we were crazy, and maybe we were. He set something free inside me, and I never wanted to live with it locked up again.
“Sorry. I can’t believe I did that.”
“Don’t be. I like that I make you lose your head, but now I have a little problem. I don’t want to keep my hands off you.”
“Then don’t. Let’s go.”
I grabbed Ronan’s hand, pulled him to his feet, and started running. He was right with me, dodging people as we made our way to my apartment. For the first time in my life, I felt free and alive. Like I could do anything and say anything. Like I wasn’t the quiet kid who only had friends online—one friend, who he’d left naked in the lake and never talked to again. Like I wasn’t the guy who hid that he wrote erotic literature and never shared his fantasies, who blushed and said awkward things.
I was suddenly invincible.
We continued laughing and running. I didn’t feel stupid or embarrassed, and clearly, he didn’t either. We had so much fun together. I wondered if it had been like this for him before, if he’d been so eager for his other boyfriends that he’d run to their apartments.
We were lucky my complex was close because I didn’t love running, but I kept telling myself Ronan was the prize. The second we were inside the building, we were stumbling all over each other, holding each other up as we breathed heavily and laughed.
We made our way to the elevator and pushed the button. It was an old building, so it wasn’t unheard of for the damn thing to take five minutes to get to the right floor. We should probably get that checked, but I totally wasn’t going to think about that when I was about to, hopefully, have an orgasm with Ronan.
“I’m too impatient to wait,” I told him, and he followed easily when I pulled him toward the stairs. We stepped into the hallway and made it up two flights with only three more to go before I pushed him against the wall. My glasses were crooked, but I couldn’t stop long enough to fix them.
Ronan’s hands went to my waist again as I kept him wedged between the wall and me. I felt like someone else when I slammed my mouth down on his again.
We kissed like we would die if we didn’t, as if we’d spent our whole lives working up to this moment in time. With each swipe of his tongue and each taste of him, my courage built higher and higher. I wasn’t shy Mickey Boring anymore. I had the courage of all the men in my Adrian Raynes novels.
It was that thought that made my hands go to his pants, that made my shaky fingers open the button and pull down the zipper. The excitement, hunger, and strength coursing through me that made me drop to my knees. I’d always wanted to do this, to have sex in a public place and risk getting caught.
“Holy shit,” Ronan said. “I knew there was a wild streak inside you, waiting to break free, but you don’t have to. We can wait.”
“No. Hell no. I want to. Can’t wait.” I opened his pants, pulled him out, and took him to the back of my throat. I gagged…and coughed. I wasn’t the world’s most experienced at sucking dick, but he tasted so good, smelled so good, sweat and sex and man, that all I wanted was to devour him.
“Hey, you’re good. Slow down. I’m not going anywhere.” I took a deep breath, looked up at him, and relaxed. He threaded his fingers through my hair, our gazes never breaking as I circled the head of his cock with my tongue.
“I, um, haven’t done this very much.”
“That’s okay. Christ, I’ve been thinking about your mouth on me for months. Passion trumps experience any day.”
I liked when he said stuff like that. It fueled my courage.