Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
His hands journey up my abs, and he hums as he goes. “Two, four, six, eight,” he says. “Oh yes, I appreciate this eight-pack.”
I laugh, pretty happy that he likes what he feels.
Hell, pretty happy?
I am only happy.
So happy I tug off my shirt in one quick move.
River grins lasciviously at me. “Imma need you all the way naked for this, hottie,” he says as he roams his hands over my pecs, down my arms, then back the other way, retracing his motions and returning to the waistband of my jeans, still unzipped. “I need to play with this whole beautiful body and kiss you all over.”
“Be my guest,” I say, as sparks fly across my skin, as my blood runs with liquid gold. My whole world is like a fantastic dream sequence right now, with everything I’ve longed for coming true.
And it feels better than I imagined.
He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, shakes it out like he’s a servant for a prince, then lays it on the carpet. “Welcome to my BMW Blow Job Extravaganza. Please, lie down and bask in the features of this car,” he says, with a carnal lick of his lips.
Yeah, I think I’ll like this ride.
I take off my socks, tossing them far away. “Sex with socks on is the worst.”
“It’s an erection destroyer for sure,” he says, then glances at his crotch. “See? I’m even harder now that I’m seeing you sockless.”
“I’ll just go barefoot the rest of the night then,” I say as I lie down.
He tosses me a pillow from the couch. “Make yourself comfortable, hottie.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” I settle on the pillow and park my hands behind my head.
Then River straddles me, sets his hands on either side of my chest, and dips his face to me. “Body by cake,” he muses and I chuckle, but then stop laughing as soon as his lips sweep across my pecs. He dusts gentle, sensual kisses over my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipples, and I can’t laugh anymore, because I’m already moaning, pleasure zinging along my skin.
“Yes,” I murmur since I’m not as much of a talker as he is, but I also can’t be quiet. I just can’t, not when he travels down my stomach, licking a path between my abs until he reaches the waistband of my jeans. River lifts his face, his eyes shining with lust as he says, “I want to just lick you all over. You taste so good.”
My eyes stray to my hard-on, bulging, insistent in my boxer briefs. “I’m into that, but maybe just start with my dick, River.” Then, since I bet he likes a little pleading from a lover, I arch my hips, and gasp out a throaty, “Please.”
I’m not doing it for show.
I damn well mean it.
But I also have a hunch River likes a little bit of power play.
A little begging to complement his bossiness.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, then pulls on my jeans, wiggling his shoulders back and forth like he’s doing a dance of gratitude for my dick.
He tugs them down my hips with a certain finesse, whistling appreciatively as he stares at my hard-on tenting my black boxer briefs.
We are a feedback loop. I watch him gazing at my face, then my chest, then the ridge of my erection. Lifting my ass, I help him along, pushing my pants and boxers down.
“Oh yes. So nice to meet you,” he says to my shaft. He takes a second to wrap a hand around my dick, and I babble incoherent words that would be bleeped out on a TV show.
Then he jerks my jeans down each leg and off.
At last.
I’m completely naked and he’s still in clothes, jeans unzipped. I’m dying to see all of him, but I don’t want to interrupt his seduction plans, since the man seems to have a sex agenda for me. River prowls up my body, a low rumble in his throat as he nears my cock.
His eyes narrow, darkening as he dips his face to me, then flicks his tongue along my shaft.
One swipe of his tongue and I nearly lose my mind.
And if that—just the trace of his mouth on me—makes me jerk and writhe, I’m going to be hitting another championship record soon. Fastest to come.
River gives me a reprieve though. “Hold on a second,” he says, then sits up on his knees, reaches for the bottom of his shirt, and rips it off.
A shaky breath falls from my lips as I drink him in. His golden skin, the perfect shade for a Californian, outdoorsy guy. His toned, lean chest and tight stomach. His trim arms, and that ink that travels from wrist to shoulder and says who he is. What he wants. How he loves.