Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Even if he’s trying to overpower this too. He’s the one setting the pace. His tongue is making all the moves. His cock is hard and pressed against me. But I’m the one who took this step. I’m the one who has the power to stop it. And I’m the one Trav wants. Even if he doesn’t want to want me.
The way his mouth fits against mine, the way he tastes me and drinks me all in, it makes me regret not having kissed him sooner. I guarantee this would’ve happened sooner had I known how intoxicating Trav’s mouth could be.
I should have known, though. The rest of him that night pushed all my buttons and lit me up from the inside out.
But here, now … I’m taking back some of that power that he always manages to steal from me. He’s the one who always has the upper hand between us.
But not this time.
Even though Trav is bigger than me, when I turn us and push him back against the dining table, he goes without complaint. His ass perches on the edge while I run my hands up his thighs and spread his legs for me to stand between them.
Trav cups the back of my head. It’s gentle but telling. He’s keeping me close, not wanting me to break away.
I reach for the fly on his pants and murmur against his lips. “You might have regretted not kissing me that night, but you know what I regret?”
Trav kisses me harder. Like that will shut me up.
I pull away completely to a whine of protest, but when I put my lips to his ear, he shudders. Especially when I say, “That I didn’t get to taste all of you. That I didn’t get to worship your cock with my mouth before it filled me up.”
The strained noise he lets out goes straight to my dick, and my hand stalls at getting his pants open just so I can grind against him and give my cock the attention it’s begging for. Need builds inside me.
Trav gets his pants undone the rest of the way while peppering soft kisses all over my skin. From my cheek to my neck to a spot along the top of my shoulder where he closes his mouth over me and sucks hard.
I throw my head back, enjoying the sensation, wanting more while also wanting to pull away and get on my knees for him.
He wraps his arms around me and grips my ass, forcing my cock to grind against his thigh harder. I could easily come like this, but our first time was fast, and if it’s going to be another seven years in between hookups, I need to make the most of it.
I also want it to last because for the first time in days, I’ve been able to tune out and push everything that’s happened to the back of my mind.
It’s the first time since meeting him that I’ve allowed myself to let go when it comes to Trav.
I try to pull out of his grip so I can take what I want, but he holds me tight.
“Let me suck you,” I croak.
Trav’s hold loosens, and then he leans back with that smug smile on his face that I know so well. Only, this time, I see it for what it is. He’s not gloating. He’s happy.
I reach for the hem of his tight shirt. “If I’m going to blow you, I should at least get to look at these muscles while I do it.” I lift it, and he raises his arms so I can get it over his head.
Golden skin, hard muscles, completely smooth chest, his intricate tattoo running down his right arm … I can’t resist him. I lean forward and run my tongue over his hard nipple and then place soft kisses down the middle of his abdomen.
He places his hands on the table behind him, leaning back slightly as I keep moving down.
His pants are undone, but his cock is still tucked away behind his underwear. There’s a wet patch and a hard outline in the soft material, and I close my mouth over it.
I can already taste the heady flavor, and I can’t wait for the whole load.
“You know it works better if there aren’t clothes in the way,” Trav says.
“Shh. Don’t ruin this by talking. I’m trying to savor it.”
“Savor all you like, but, Dylan?”
I look up at him, and he gently runs his thumb along my lips.
“If you think you need to take your time because this might not happen again, you’re completely wrong. Once could be chalked up to being a mistake. Twice? It’s practically a habit.” He sits up properly and kisses me again. “And I plan to make this a habit.”
My weak protest dies because even though he drives me crazy and frustrates the hell out of me … there’s always been a part of me that has known this would happen again—that has wanted this to happen again.