Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“You’re staring at me.”
“I know.”
“Are you imagining me naked?” He crossed his arms, letting the counter hold him up.
“Well, I am now. Thanks for that.” I kissed at the air and he rolled his eyes, something he did around me often.
“What are you making?”
“Baked chicken and rice. What’s in the box?”
Were we going to do this all evening? Volleying questions and playing happy husbands? Because I assumed this was what it was like. My parents had always been the type to ask each other how their days went, and when work allowed, if we were all home, we ate at the table together.
“Oh. I made a brownie-bite tray. It’s filled with different kinds of brownies.”
I smiled. I loved brownies. When I’d go into Beach Buns to flirt with him, I’d often get one, something he must have remembered because he said, “Shut up.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I know what you’re thinking. Just because I’m a nice person doesn’t mean it’s because you’re irresistible and I’ve fallen for your tricks.”
“You said it, not me.” This banter was so much fun. It was addicting. He was addicting.
“You’re not irresistible.”
“Okay.” I stood up, walked into the kitchen, and leaned in close to him, reaching for the box on the other side of Parker.
“You could just step around me…”
“Yes, but where’s the fun in that?” I plucked a brownie bite with a pink layer on top and popped it into my mouth. “I love raspberry.” He really was an incredible baker.
“Me too.”
I cocked my head. “You sound breathless. You feeling all right?”
His mouth curled up into a small smile. I thought he was going to talk shit, to give me some smart-ass reply the way he was so good at, but he just said, “Oh my God,” while shaking his head, then grabbed the back of mine, tugging me forward until our lips met.
Fuck yes.
I pressed against Parker, pinning his body between mine and the counter. I ground my hips against him, felt myself grow and throb as we attacked each other’s mouths…or, to be honest, as he attacked mine.
“My pretty boy wants me,” I said when he came up for air and started kissing his way down my throat.
“Not yours, but I like sex. I’ve always liked sex.”
Oh…I’d called him mine, hadn’t I? Sex talk, of course. “You’ll like it even more with me.” I circled my hips again, our erections rubbing against one another. He pushed me back. I thought he was going to end this, but instead, Parker dropped to his knees. “Oh fuck.” I grabbed onto the counter as he worked open my jeans. Parker tugged them and my underwear down to my knees.
“I love cock.” He spit in his hand and stroked me. “I remember the first time I had a dick in my mouth. It made me feel fucking invincible.”
“Jesus,” I gritted out, white-hot need exploding into a meteor shower in my gut.
“I forced myself not to have this for months because I have the worst goddamned luck with men, but I missed it. I guess that’s lucky for you.”
He grinned up at me, which strangely, resulted in my heart stumbling a few beats.
We stared at each other, gazes holding while Parker slowly, so fucking slowly I thought I would die, took me to the back of his throat—like all the way to the fucking back, swallowing around my head, mouth stretched wide, eyes glassy. He then worked his talented mouth up and down my shaft, still watching. I squeezed the edge of the counter, already feeling the urge to spurt down his throat, but needing to hold off. Parker pulled away, flicked his tongue around my crown, then my slit, before taking me again, fucking his mouth on my cock.
When he eased off the second time, his gaze turned away. “Do I look pretty down here?” he asked softly, making my dick jerk in his hold. He liked it so fucking much when I praised him, but he was embarrassed by it. Damned if I didn’t want to tell him all the things he needed to hear over and over again until he believed them.
“So fucking pretty. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you. You’ve been such a good boy sucking my dick that I lost my head. I won’t ever again forget to tell you how perfect you are.”
Parker moaned, deep and throaty, before lavishing my nuts with his tongue. He sucked them, kissed them, nuzzled his nose in my pubes like cock and balls were his most favorite fucking things in the whole world.
“You’re so damn sexy. I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever had.”
“Fuck my mouth,” he said before swallowing me down again.
He didn’t have to ask twice. I kept one hand on the counter, the other cupping his face, holding and caressing him while I pulled back and snapped my hips forward. Parker’s eyes rolled back, his nails digging into my thighs, the look on his face begging for more.