Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Rather than hear him talk anymore about my happiness—or lack thereof—I dip down to seek out his mouth with mine. All too easily, I find him in the dark, my lips gently brushing over his.
They’re warm.
And softer than I imagined.
He parts his lips and lets out a breathy sound that makes my head spin. Unable to hold back, I crash my mouth against his, desperate for more than a little peck. The second my tongue meets his for a slippery greeting, I’m lost to this insane moment between us.
A feral growl rattles up my chest and it’s our only warning before I lose my last shred of control. I devour his sweet mouth, tasting every inch. He whines when I nip at his cute bottom lip and tug it with my teeth.
My cock is aching for relief. I don’t think twice about leaning against his body, slowly grinding against him. He gasps at the feel of my erection pressed between us.
His hands are tugging at my shirt as though he can’t get enough of me either, which only spurs me on. He trembles and his knees buckle as I consume him with a dirty, desperate kiss. To keep him from collapsing, I nestle my large thigh between his legs and push my knee against the wall. He grips onto my shirt and rocks his body on my thigh.
What if he were naked and doing this?
Would it feel good to rub his balls along my hairy thigh? Would he let me slip a wet finger into his asshole and finger him while we kiss?
I’m growing dizzy with the need to obliterate him with pleasure. I want so much more than I’ll ever deserve or receive.
Neither of us tries to speak. Our bodies have created a new language that’s quickly understood. Want. Need. Hunger. Pleasure. We writhe together, taking what we can from one another.
He turns his head to the side, his chest heaving, and whispers, “Jude. This…I’m getting too turned on…”
This makes my lips curl into a satisfied grin. I dip down to his neck and run my tongue along the salty skin. “Is there such a thing as too turned on?”
He moans when I suck his flesh into my mouth. The trembles coursing through him just make me all the more starved for him. I greedily suck and suck on his skin, wishing it were his cock in my mouth instead.
What would his cum taste like?
Despite never having been with a guy, I don’t feel grossed out by imagining the taste of him. If anything, my mouth waters with the craving.
“You’ll leave a hickey on me,” he croaks out, not trying hard to push me away. “Everyone will see.”
His worry isn’t a worry at all for me. In fact, my dick twitches at the thought of seeing it tomorrow in the daylight. A big, purple bruise on his neck that marks my territory? Fuck yeah.
Except he’s not mine.
This frozen moment in time is an illusion. A fever dream. A reprieve from my living nightmare. It can’t exist outside of the shadows.
My dick flags at the thought of not ever touching him again. But that’s what I need to do. I need to release him and back away before I get too hooked on him.
Happiness is for others, not me.
Tate deserves better than a reclusive, ugly monster.
His fingers tease under the bottom of my hoodie, touching my flesh. It distracts me from my dark thoughts, making me wonder how the skin on his stomach feels. As soft as his lips?
A yelp barks out of him when I untuck his shirt and then slide my palms under the fabric to touch the bare skin of his back. Then I tease them around his sides to the front. He sucks in a sharp breath when my fingers dance circles on his lower belly, feeling the hairs there.
“You’re soft,” I murmur against his neck. “So fucking soft.”
He whimpers and squirms, his ass rubbing along my thigh. “And you’re really, really hard.”
I know he’s talking about my abs because he’s running his fingers along the grooves now, but I can’t help but think about my cock. My boxers are damp with pre-cum. I’m desperate to rub my stone dick against him to soak him in my release.
“I want things I shouldn’t,” I admit, voice raw with unfiltered pain. “So. Fucking. Badly.”
“You can have them,” he assures me breathily. “Whatever you want.”
The way he so freely gives himself to me drives me to the brink of sanity. I want to strip him right here and taste every goddamn inch of him. I want him riding my dick, not my thigh. I need inside him like my next breath.
“Are you always so compliant?” I rumble, easing one hand up toward his nipple. “Always so eager to give in and give your lover what he wants?”