Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
I only have to guess once as to his meaning—he wants us to keep up the appearance of banging.
And banging is the kind of sardining risk I’m more than willing to take.
Jude scratches his jaw, all casual and cool. “You know, TJ, the man has some good ideas.”
Twenty minutes later, I am definitely all talked out.
Good thing I have other uses for my mouth.
We’re in his bedroom, and Jude’s still in his jeans, but his shirt is off. I lick my way down his chest when I get the bright idea to scrape at his nipples with my teeth. See if he likes it a little rough.
The answer? He curls his hands tight around my skull, fingers threading into my hair. “Yes, harder,” he urges.
Pretty sure that’s new. Jude’s interest in teeth. Since I don’t fuck around with his orders, I bite down on a nipple.
With a carnal groan, his hips shoot up. His hard-on rubs against my pecs giving me a very clear sense of how much he likes teeth. But I’m eager to know something. “Have you always been into nipple play?”
“Shut up and do it again,” he tells me.
I obey as I lick my way over to his other nipple, swirling my tongue along the tan disc then nipping.
“Unghhh,” he grunts.
I want to ask if he liked it this much the last time we were together. Except . . . I don’t think I’ve ever done this to him with so much intent.
When did he discover his biting kink? Who helped him?
I kick away those jealous thoughts as I climb up to him, kissing along his collarbone. I focus on making him lose his mind rather than analyzing every detail of how he’s acquired his likes and dislikes in bed.
I bite his shoulder.
“Yessssss,” he murmurs, the sound of his pleasure making me throb and fading the twinge of envy in my chest.
I fucking love turning Jude on. I stretch his arms over his head then spread out his body under me so I can savor him. His heady gaze tracks me as I indulge in the taste of his skin, the masculine scent of him. I inhale his armpit, my throat rumbling in response, and he groans right along with me.
Then I move my mouth along his arm, alternating between slow, sensual kisses in the crook of his elbow and sharp, hard nibbles along his forearm. His gasps and groans are the soundtrack to his pleasure.
Mine too, since my dick is thumping against my fly. My mind is a lusty haze as I dip down to his torso, licking him as I go, nipping his flesh, then kissing hard enough to leave marks.
He writhes, a man undone by my touch.
Yes.
When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I unzip them then visit his hips, biting down right there at the edge of his V-line.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I wiggle his pants down his ass, and he pushes them along, raring to get naked for me.
Once the denim hits his knees, I go for it. I bite his thighs.
“God!” he shouts, and I’m even harder. Hell, I am so goddamn horny. I don’t fucking care when he fell for teeth and lips and bite marks. I’m the one who’s driving him wild now, and that’s all that matters.
In a flurry, I undress him completely, savoring the power imbalance. I’m fully clothed, and he’s naked. He’s also cranked all the way up. His hand grips his cock, offering it to me. “Suck me off. Please.”
Jude hardly ever pleads with me. It’s usually the other way around, but I’m digging the shift. So damn much.
I reach for the hem of my shirt, then yank it off in one smooth move.
“Now I know why you wore that shirt. That’s such a romance hero move, and it’s really fucking hot,” he rasps out.
“I wish I could say I planned that but . . .”
“That’s why it’s so sexy. It’s just you.” He sits up, grabbing my face. “Kiss me before you suck me.”
This is a whole new Jude today, and I am here for it. Maybe because I’m here for him. I’m down for whatever he wants. I kiss him ruthlessly, giving his lips the same treatment I gave his body, sucking and biting.
He’s panting in my mouth in seconds, then falling away from me, his head thumping back on the pillow. “Need you now,” he says, slamming his palms on my shoulders, shoving me down his body.
I settle between his thighs, my mouth watering at the sight of his aching cock. He’s dripping. “Baby, you’re so fucking turned on, you’re leaking,” I murmur as I flick my tongue against those inviting drops. One taste, and my head swims with lust.
“Get your mouth on me. Please. Fucking please,” Jude says, pushing my face onto the crown of his cock.