Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
He pulled up his knee a little bit and fisted his cock loosely.
I mirrored him and drank him in.
I’d always loved watching a man stroke himself off.
I followed every move he made. I didn’t even wanna blink. My heart hammered, and my blood simmered. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, then stroked downward and slipped his fingers over his balls, tugging them a bit.
Fuck, just like that. And the way the muscles in his arm shifted when he worked himself over, especially in the light of the fire—I couldn’t describe it justly.
I ducked in for a hungry kiss, needing our bodies closer together, and I took over stroking his cock. “Tell me how far you wanna take this. Neither of us is vers, and I don’t walk around with condoms in my wallet anyway.”
Our own preferences had been revealed on the island when we’d covered limits for the boys, and at that point, it’d been funny hearing Ty joke about his no-fly zone. Tonight, less so. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t wanna give that zone a thorough fucking.
“I’ll tell you what I told Lane when he asked.” He drew in a breath and let his head fall back as I cupped his balls in my hand. “If you can take it, it’s yours. That’s my hedonism setting the boundaries—but I’ve never been drawn to men who might pose a threat for that to happen before.”
Good Christ, he couldn’t say that to me and expect me not to wanna take advantage. We were evenly matched in strength and speed, so that could get exciting real fast.
As if he couldn’t stop himself, he fisted his cock again and gave it a few quick strokes. In the meantime, I was glad he’d kept his knee up, because it let me slip a hand farther down. And two fingers between his ass cheeks.
I kissed his neck slowly, hoping to convey I wasn’t gonna cross any lines or rush into anything—I only wanted to feel him. And revel in the differences between him and Macklin. Macklin, who stood for everything I usually craved in a man. Macklin, who was my idea of submissive perfection with his tight body, softer curves, and not a hair around his ass and balls. And now I was here with a man who was more like me—more contrasts, definitely more hair, more hardness. And all I could think about was soaking the fuzz around his asshole with my come.
I dropped openmouthed kisses along his sternum and tasted his skin.
“If you can take it, it’s yours,” I echoed quietly. “I like that.” That was how Dean and I had operated once upon a time. We’d never offered up anything to each other. We’d gotten off on taking. But we’d also found some sick pleasure in being forced into submission. It’d been filthy and humiliating.
I didn’t want humiliation involved with anything I did with Ty, but…perhaps I wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of him topping me. For other reasons. I just didn’t know what those were yet. I couldn’t explain the pull he had on me. It was fucking magnetic.
“Hike up your leg a bit more,” I murmured. “I only wanna touch you.”
He groaned under his breath and complied. “Listen—the only toy I own is a prostate massager, and I can’t remember the last time I used it. But if you don’t mind using a couple fingers—”
“Yeah, say no more.” The hunger grew tenfold, and I aligned our bodies, leaving just enough space for him to continue stroking himself. “Tell me when you’re close. I wanna edge you.”
He cursed and started breathing heavily. “The fuck is it with you, Walker…”
I smiled and sucked on his neck—and then I sucked two fingers in my mouth, coating them with spit. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve been screwin’ with my head all night. Consuming someone is one thing. But wanting to be consumed…? I don’t know how to handle that.”
“Good,” he exhaled. “We’re on the same page. Fuck.”
I didn’t tease him with my fingers. Soon as I brushed against his opening, I slid my middle finger all the way in before he could tense up. And he would’ve. Not counting my past with Dean, which had ended a solid decade ago, Ty and I were probably equally inexperienced with being on the receiving end of anything with ass-play. Going rigid was a natural reaction. Even more so when you were so deliciously tight. Holy fuck, it was impossible not to fantasize about my cock in there. God, I would fuck him good.
Ty groaned and clenched his jaw—and hell, everything clenched. His muscles, his ass, his sexy thighs.
I’d seen his thigh tattoo in Florida. The tail of a panther entwined with a python circled his thigh and up his hip, and it was weirdly erotic.