Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I’m sure we’re going to hear a lot of that this week.”
We didn’t find anything else during the rest of our search. Arlington seemed to at least have the sense not to put anything compromising on paper. “I wish we could’ve brought Emilio with us.”
Niall nodded. “As far as I know, he barely leaves his house. I’m sure he’s not field trained.”
“Neither am I.”
“You’re holding your own.” His words were soft and warm, and they made my chest feel tight.
“Let’s get out of here.”
When we stepped into the corridor, we heard voices. We raced down the hall and slipped into an alcove, pressing ourselves against the wall. We waited, listening closely.
There was lots of laughter and heavy footfalls. I might have thought a large crowd was headed our way, but the only voices I heard were those of Arlington, Walsh, Orly, and their companions. If Compton was with them, he didn’t speak.
I was glad we’d left when we had because it looked like they were headed to Arlington’s room.
I leaned around the corner, trying to get a look after they’d passed our hiding place. Niall tried to pull me back, but I shook him off. “We need to know if Compton and Malachi are with them.”
A few moments later, I stepped back into the alcove. “No one saw me, and if they had, I would have just said this was as far as we got before I needed to fuck you.”
Niall rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. “Is Compton with them?”
“No.”
“Compton’s room is near ours. Let’s get upstairs.”
“We should keep up the drunk act, and if we see Compton, I’ll go with the same story I had for this crowd.”
Niall looked worried. “I don’t like this. He may have realized his key’s been stolen.”
“He can’t know if he lost it or someone took it, and he sure as hell doesn’t know it was me.”
“You don’t think we’ll be his primary suspects?”
Did he have to be so annoying? “We will be, but no matter what, we need to get to our suite.”
Niall sighed. “I know.”
We made our way there, and we didn’t see Compton, but I almost wished we had. Knowing he could be anywhere was unnerving. Once we were locked in, I grabbed a chair and braced it under the door. “I have plans for you, and I won’t let Compton get in my way.”
Niall gave me a suspicious look. “Aren’t you exhausted?”
I grinned at him. “Fuck no. I’m energized after that escape.”
“You think we can handle three times in one day?”
“Do you doubt my stamina, or are you not up to it?”
He scowled. “I’m up to anything you are.”
Moments later we were naked and stretched out on the bed with me on top. I rubbed my cock against his as I kissed him. Frotting was so basic yet so fucking hot. Feeling his slick, freshly waxed skin under me was making me crazy. He reached between us, capturing both our cocks in his hand.
“Yes,” I groaned.
I let him jerk us off for a few moments, then grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. He stretched his arms over his head, and I held them down as I thrust my hips, sliding my cock along his. “Tell me what you want.”
“This. Just this.”
I gave him what he wanted. It had been ages since I’d just rubbed off on a guy, but I wanted it too. I wanted my cum mingled with his, making a sticky mess of us both.
I let myself go, thrusting my hips wildly as Niall arched up, rubbing his cock on mine. Our combined precum was making it easier to slide along his length. He seemed as desperate for release as I was. We clung to each other as our movements grew more and more frantic.
“Fuck, Marco! This is—” He gave a rough shout as he came, sticky fluid making me glide against him. Seconds later my own climax hit. I could still feel his cock pulsing against mine as I shot my load between us, then collapsed on top of him.
He groaned and pushed at me. “Can’t breathe.”
I chuckled as I rolled off him. “We’ll be lucky if either of us can move for a while.”
“Shower,” he mumbled.
I didn’t have the energy to stand. We’d just have to stay messy. We both dozed for a while before Niall finally struggled to his feet and headed toward the bathroom. I knew he might want privacy, but I wasn’t ready to let go of the connection we’d made, so I followed him.
He had the water going by the time I stepped into the space. He looked at me over his shoulder as he leaned in to test the water temperature.
“You’re joining me?”
“I am.”
He looked like he might protest, so I took his arm and pulled him into the shower with me. “I want to wash you.”