Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I thought of the way he would squirm, the way he would beg with my mouth on him and one of the toys deep inside his ass. I knew exactly what we were going to do when Ford got home from knitting circle.
We needed to talk about things, like where our relationship was headed and what the hell was going to happen with the men who were after me. I wanted to know more about his grandparents before showing up at their home, but I wouldn’t be able to think about anything until I’d seen him with one of these toys deep inside him.
The more I stared at the array of options in the drawer, the more I wondered what they would feel like inside of me. I wasn’t ready for that yet, but Ford’s fingers in me had felt better than I could’ve imagined. Not all the toys in the drawer were intimidating in size. Maybe, eventually, I’d be ready to try one, but I had no idea how much longer this relationship with Ford going to last.
Ford had gotten what he wanted. He’d gotten me to admit that I liked fucking a man, that I loved being in bed with him. Once we were safe again, there wouldn’t be any reason for him to see me.
I was shocked by just how much I hated that idea. I wasn’t sure I could handle giving him up. But what could I do? I’d already learned he was an immovable force, no matter how much I wanted to pretend differently.
I tried to push those thoughts from my mind. I needed to enjoy what was happening right now. That had been the way I’d lived since my dad died, taking pleasure where I could get it and fighting my way to the top.
I remembered what Emily had said. There were parts of my life that sucked, and sometimes it was lonely, but did I really want to shake things up? Did I really want to take a risk?
All I knew for sure at that moment was that I wanted to see Ford stuffed with one of his toys. He was going to be mad as hell that I’d gone through his things, but I had a feeling I could make him come so hard he wouldn’t give a damn about it anymore.
I loved the way he could give himself totally over to pleasure. He was a completely different person in bed. He just let go. It was so fucking beautiful, and it made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.
It seemed to take forever for Ford to return. By the time he got home, I’d almost given in and jerked off twice. I was so hard I didn’t know how I was going to hold back long enough to do what I wanted to do with him. Somehow I’d make it, though. It was just one more challenge.
I’d been pretending to work, but it was useless. All I could do was fantasize about the moment I had him exactly where I wanted him.
When I heard the back door open, I raced upstairs to his room and stripped down to a pair of boxer briefs.
I heard him call for me.
“I’m upstairs, come see me.”
“What are you doing?” He asked as he continued up the stairs to my room, so I called out to him. “Ford, I’m in here.”
When he turned, his eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
I’ll let my hand skim down my chest and over my hard, aching cock. “Waiting for you.”
“You’re not supposed to be in here.”
“Are you really going to argue with me right now?” He looked like he was considering it. “Take your clothes off and lay on the bed.”
“Jay, I’m—”
“Do what I say.”
“You can’t just—”
“Yes, I can. Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
I waited, letting my eyes roam up and down his body. Finally, he dropped his bag to the floor, then his coat slid from the shoulders. I watched as he worked open each button on his shirt. He was doing what I said, but he wasn’t going to rush.
I bit my lip to keep from groaning at the sight of his chest, his abs, his slim hips, and then his cock, already hard from anticipation.
When he was fully naked, I rose and pointed to the bed. He glared at me, but he got on his hands and knees.
“No,” I said. “On your back, legs spread.”
His expression was wary, but he did it.
I walked around to his nightstand, opened the drawer, and got the lube. He watched me, eyes wide, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I’m ready,” I said.
“Ready for what?” he asked as I pushed his legs even wider apart and settled between them.
“Ready to suck your cock.”
His eyes widened, and he sucked in his breath. “Are you serious?”