Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll like this game,” Lucas teased as he set about removing Andrei’s clothes as he pressed a series of slow kisses along his chest. As soon as his arms were free, Andrei resumed his earlier work on Lucas’s shirt, pulling it off his strong arms, finally forcing his mouth back up to Andrei’s. Their tongues dueled, leaving both men panting and desperate again. It was only when Lucas slid his hand inside of Andrei’s boxer’s, wrapping his long fingers around his straining cock that Andrei even realized that the man had managed to get his pants down around his knees.
Andrei cursed on a gasp, trying to suck air into his lungs. He blinked, meeting Lucas’s heated gaze. In the dim light, his eyes had become darker, more green than gray. Like wet leaves or spring grass, sharp and bright. Haunting.
Lucas licked his lips and withdrew his hand as he took a step backward toward the windows. Glancing over his shoulder briefly, he motioned for Andrei to approach him. He didn’t question it. He was too fucking far gone. He needed Lucas. His touch, his kisses, everything this man had to give. Andrei tried to press against Lucas again, but Lucas stopped him with a hand in the middle of his chest.
“What?” Andrei demanded.
Lucas grinned. “Put both hands on the glass in front of you.”
Andrei frowned at him for a second, questioning, but he followed his directions, placing both hands, palms flat against the window just above Lucas’s shoulders. The glass was cool and he could feel the wind buffeting the building. Lucas leaned in, kissing along his jaw. Andrei moved his head, trying to capture his mouth, but Lucas evaded.
“Keep your hands on the glass.”
“This is the game?”
“Yes.”
“I just keep my hands on the glass?”
“Yes.”
“If I don’t?”
Lucas leaned back to look Andrei in the eye and smile. “I stop and you go to your room.”
Andrei’s heart picked up and he licked his lips. “I’ll keep my hands on the glass.”
“We’ll see,” Lucas whispered as he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Andrei. His large hands swept up the back of Andrei thighs to cup his ass and squeeze before moving slowly up over his stomach and across his chest in a thorough caress.
Andrei stared out through the window, the lights of the city shining brightly right in front of him while one of the most powerful men in Cincinnati was on his knees, stroking his body as if he were worshipping it. Every touch was intoxicating. Then Lucas leaned forward, his lips brushing against Andrei’s hard cock through his silk boxers, and Andrei knew he was in trouble. A shiver of pleasure ran through the length of his body and there was no hiding it.
“Fuck,” Andrei growled and Lucas chuckled. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his hands on the glass and if Lucas stopped, he was going to die. That’s all there was to it. He was going to die.
Before Andrei could organize his thoughts enough to either stop Lucas or prepare himself, Lucas pulled Andrei’s boxers down to his knees. He looked down in time to see Lucas lick him from root to tip. He sucked in a hard breath through clenched teeth but couldn’t drag his eyes away as Lucas swallowed him down.
A string of incoherent curses rained from Andrei as he watched his cock slide in and out of Lucas’s hot mouth, his full lips tight around him while his tongue worked along the skin to the engorged tip. The whole time Lucas looked up at him, holding his gaze with dark, glittering eyes as if Andrei were the only thing in all the world. In that moment, he knew he’d never seen anything so sexy in his life.
Andrei fought to remain still when everything in him was dying to thrust his hips, to force his cock ever farther down Lucas’s throat. Skilled hands moved over him, continuing to caress him, squeezing and massaging tense muscles so that his entire body was on fire.
Slowly pulling away, Lucas let Andrei’s cock pop free from his mouth. He licked the tip before starting to stroke him with one hand. “Hands on the glass?” Lucas asked in a teasing voice.
“Fuck yes.”
“Shall I continue?”
“I’ll die if you don’t,” he ground out, spreading his fingers along the glass as if to ready himself. He was already hovering close to the edge and nothing was going to stop him from finally finding a release with Lucas.
With a smile, Lucas stuck two fingers in his mouth while continuing to stroke Andrei. He lifted on eyebrow in question. There was no doubt what he was planning to do, but he was waiting for Andrei to agree. Andrei grunted, ignoring the frantic beat of his heart as he spread his legs just a little farther for the man.