Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
After a while, our kissing slowed, and we settled ourselves with me on my back and Zane’s head on my shoulder.
“I was going to blow you again,” he said, making my slowly deflating dick reflate painfully fast.
I ran fingertips up and down his back. “I was going to let you.”
“Oh.”
I peered down at him, wondering why he sounded surprised. “But there’s no pressure, Zane. I’m happy with this also.”
“I thought for some reason you weren’t interested in that. Like maybe I didn’t do great the first time or something.”
I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “You’re joking.”
“Maybe I sucked,” he said in a small voice.
I reached up to run my thumb across his lower lip. “You did. And it was fucking amazing.”
Zane batted my hand away, flushing a delightful pink. “What if that was beginner’s luck? What if I’m terrible the second time, and then it’s sitting there between us like this horrifying thing neither of us can forget?”
I stared at him. “You’re acting like you’re completely inexperienced, but I’ve heard you with other guys. Hell, I thought you and Landry—”
“Me and Landry?” He seemed to remember the sex noises from the hotel room. His eyes filled with glee, and he snickered. “Ohhh. So many things are clear suddenly. No. That was Landry recounting a hookup… and, um, poking the bear, so to speak.” He grinned. “I did tell him bears attack when provoked.”
I snorted. “And… the other guys?”
Zane moved to sit up, crossing his legs in front of him and pulling a pillow over his lap. “You remember me telling you about my former publicist, Noelle, and how she tried to get me to create a bad-boy persona?”
I grumbled acknowledgment. Noelle could fuck off for all she’d had him do. The woman had made him feel like he was nothing; all the while, she’d gotten rich off his “nothingness.”
Zane continued. “It worked for me because they started encouraging me to bring guys back to my hotel room from time to time. We’d kiss. Do a little heavy petting. Under-the-clothes mutual jerk-offs. That’s it. I’d always make up an excuse—I didn’t have time for more, or I was tired and had to be up early for something, or I couldn’t suck them off because I had to protect my vocal cords.”
I secretly thanked the maker of delicate vocal cords. “Is that true?”
Zane’s breathing quickened. “Maybe if I had a show tomorrow, I’d be concerned about it. But I don’t… I mean…” He swallowed. “I don’t have enough experience to know if it’s even an issue,” he finished, searching my eyes as if anticipating my reaction.
I reached out to run my thumb across his full bottom lip again. My cock was aching to feel the soft press of his lips, the wet swipe of his tongue.
“I’m willing to be your guinea pig,” I said with a smile. “When you’re ready to experiment further, I mean. There’s no rush—”
Zane tackled me again, kissing my mouth hungrily before moving quickly down the bed and yanking at the tie on my sweatpants. This time, I was no longer wearing underwear, so when the pants came down, my dick came up.
His eyes heated. “Bear-sized,” he murmured before sticking out his tongue to caress the tip. I let out a broken sound as the reality of the situation continued to sink in.
The man I loved, the man I wanted more than anyone or anything I’d ever wanted, had his mouth on me again. Wanted to please me. Was nervous he was going to let me down.
“That’s so good,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair as he continued to experiment, licking and sucking, wrapping his tongue around me. “God, Zane. Just like that.”
He blinked up at me as he continued to wet my dick. His lips were full and moist, his cheeks flushed. His honey-brown eyes were a little glazed, and the tip of his nose was pink from my beard stubble.
My balls tightened. If Zane had any idea how strongly I felt about him—how much this did not feel casual or practice or temporary—he’d run in the other direction. He’d definitely request a new personal security lead… and, knowing him, probably offer me a generous severance package through Violet.
But that was a problem for a different day because right now, I was too giddy to care, too turned on to worry about anything other than the man in front of me.
There had to be a rule against being this turned on, this happy. He was so gorgeous, so enthusiastic, he never failed to spike my heart rate.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said.
He kept his eyes on me but continued to run his wet lips and tongue everywhere until I could barely see straight. If I hadn’t already come once tonight, I would have popped off immediately, and I took a moment to glory in the fact I was able to last long enough to enjoy this.