Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I want to push him and make him admit it, to hear those perfect words again and again, but relenting to me the first time took a lot out of him, and I know when to push and when to back off. And right now, Oskar needs to be rewarded.
I push off the wall and trail my hands down his sexy body to wrap around his cock. “I’m going to make this so good it’ll be all you can think about tonight.”
His blue eyes light up with a challenge. “I’ll be out with Aleks, so you really better bring your A game.”
And I know he’s only trying to push my buttons, but it’s working anyway. I grip his cock harder, almost painfully. “I can guaran-fucking-tee that bumbling baby bi can’t give you what I can.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, shifting his legs farther apart. “And what makes you so sure?”
“Because I know how to give you exactly what you need.” I walk out of the shower to where I’ve dumped my clothes and return a moment later.
“What are you …”
I lift up my phone, crossing to where the counter is opposite the shower, and water drips all over the tile as I open my camera and hit Record. “We’re going to make a little sex tape.”
Oskar’s surprise is genuine, and as he hesitates, my PR heart warms. It’s possible I might be changing his habits. But that’s not the part of me that’s driving this, and while I don’t want to ruin the illusion by pointing out that (a) it will be deleted as soon as this is over, and (b) there’s so much steam in here you won’t be able to make out much anyway, I also don’t want him to worry.
I join him back in the shower and press him against the wall again. “Trust me,” I say against his ear.
And when I pull back to see his tiny nod, he’s looking at me like … nope. I’m not reading into things.
Sex. That’s what we’re focused on here.
“I hope neither of us gets out of here and fumbles that recording,” I say. “It would be a shame if we accidentally sent it to everyone.”
He lets out a long, shaky exhale.
“I probably should have paid more attention,” I say, kissing my way down his body. “But I couldn’t wait to get back in here with you. Now I can’t remember if I opened my camera app or social media.”
His abs contract under my lips.
“Oh no. What if I hit the go live option? What if thousands and thousands of people are currently watching?”
His wet hands slap against the tile.
“Seeing you squirm for me. Seeing all the filthy, filthy things I’m about to do to you.”
“Holy shit,” he gasps, and he already sounds wrecked.
I tilt my head back to look up at him, then drag my tongue over the head of his cock. “All those people watching you. About to see me completely fucking own you.”
I’ve never seen someone’s pupils dilate so quickly.
“Turn around.”
I barely shift back in time for him to spin and plant his hands on the wall. Then his delicious ass is hovering right in front of my face. My eyes almost roll back in my head, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down and giving myself a few pumps. The water pouring over me makes the action sound pornographic, and Oskar glances over his shoulder.
“No fair.” He tilts his ass back more. “I’ve been good.”
The crack of my hand finding his ass cheek echoes through the room.
Oskar strangles a cry. “Do that again.”
I chuckle. “I’d rather do this.”
My hands close over his firm glutes, and I spread his ass wide, then bury my face between his cheeks. Oskar might be the king of promiscuity, but I know sex. Good sex. Not just quickies and orgasms—which are great in their own right—but from everything I’ve seen and everything that Oskar’s told me, I’d be willing to bet that the amount of real, mind-blowing sex he’s had could be counted on one hand. And I plan on erasing every one of those times from his memory.
My mouth closes over his hole, sucking gently, then following it up with a long lick from his taint to the top of his crease. He tastes like Oskar but stronger, sexier, and I can’t stop my moan from slipping out.
My cock is aching to be touched, but I ignore it, reaching between Oskar’s legs to wrap my hand around him instead. It’s no surprise he’s so proud of his cock—he’s a perfect handful, long, smooth, with perfectly proportioned balls. I dip my head between his legs to suck one of his balls into my mouth.
“Lean forward more,” I tell him, and he immediately follows the instruction.
I spit in my hand and start to rub his hole as I suck on his balls and slowly ease his cock back between his legs. I want it all. Just one part of him isn’t enough, and when Oskar’s hips rotate the tiniest bit, I know he feels the same.