Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
My kisses turn to nibbles against his jaw and neck, then a series of licks.
“Zane…” he whispers, and my name’s never sounded so good, so erotic.
“Yes,” I breathe into his flesh, not letting up my kisses.
“I want you.” His hand presses more firmly against my cock. “I need you.”
“I need you too, Leif. God, how I fucking need you.”
15
LEIF
We have to break apart briefly so I can put the carbonara in the fridge, but then Zane grips my hand and guides me up to his bedroom.
I’m in a bit of a daze from what happened downstairs.
One minute I was talking to him about so much pain and darkness, and the next, he was on me, his mouth devouring my fucking face.
I’m clinging to that experience—his tongue teasing mine, the weight of him on my thighs, his breath slamming against my cheeks between forceful, urgent kisses.
He has two monitors on his desk, dark screens on both. There are some stray clothes scattered across the floor. Two bottles of water on the nightstand.
Not as messy as I figured he’d be.
He leads me to his bed and turns to me, practically attacking me with another kiss. I submit as he pulls me onto the bed.
This is so much more comfortable than the kitchen chair, which was starting to hurt my ass. Although, maybe it was only warming me up for what I’m curious about.
Zane rolls on top of me as our kisses become gentler, our bodies relaxing now that they know we’re surrendering to our urges, unwilling to deprive ourselves of how fucking good this feels.
He finally pulls away and takes a few breaths, gazing down at me with those steel-blue eyes.
“If I’d known it was going to feel like that,” he says, “I wouldn’t have left these lips alone that first night.”
“Me neither.”
He grins ear to ear before licking up my lips, until his tongue touches my nose. Even there, I feel a tingle radiating, as though his tongue is charging everything it touches.
“How am I gonna keep away from you long enough to get you out of these fucking clothes?” For the first time since we started kissing, he looks fucking pissed, but just as soon, his lips are back on mine, and now we have a challenge.
We work together, at first nearly fighting each other’s hands to get the other’s fly, but I finally surrender and let him undo mine first. When he’s finished, I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over him. I’ve barely tossed it off the bed and he’s already tearing my shirt off, and once we’ve gotten rid of those obstacles, his mouth is on my nipple in no time, his tongue flicking, teasing me.
“Fuck,” I moan, relaxing as he takes his time, as though he’s got a bone to pick with my nipple. He heads to the other, giving it some love before offering a gentle peck and a lick beside it.
“I’ll get a condom and lube,” he whispers into my flesh. “And I want you out of these fucking clothes.”
He grunts like it’s paining him to get off me, then rolls over to the nightstand. I take his words as the order they seem to be, speedily removing and discarding my clothes off the side of the bed.
Zane tosses a condom and lube on the pillow, then starts removing his own clothes.
His movements are slower, more controlled. When he removes his boxers, once again, I’m shocked, and he notices.
“Still surprised that a little guy can be this big?”
“Kinda,” I admit, which makes him smile.
God, that smile. Such a relief after how sad and angry he’s looked tonight.
He crawls over to me and offers a kiss near my navel, then kisses up my body until his lips are back on mine. He grips my cock and strokes.
“Well,” he says, pulling away from my mouth, “since you’re my little virgin, we should take things slow. First things first, I want you to get to know my cock better before I bury it in your ass.” He wears a wicked smirk as he rolls off me and sits up by his pillows.
“Please,” I say, not wanting a repeat rejection. “I want to try. Let me taste you. I need it, Zane.”
His smirk twists into his dimples. “That’s the kind of begging I expect. Come here. Say hey.”
Now I’m smiling as I get to my knees and crawl over to him, studying his girth, the perfect veins along the shaft. I lean down and lick at the base, near his balls, running my tongue up the shaft, tasting his flesh.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, “that’s right. That’s good, Leif.”
His encouragement makes me lick even more.
“Don’t be mean, Leif. Don’t tease me.”
With those words, I grab the base of his cock, noticing how fucking stiff the thing is before I slide the head into my mouth.