Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
A shiver runs down my spine while my cock jerks.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
I immediately do as he says and then blink up at him.
“You’re so hot down there.” Thorne reaches for me and fists my long hair in his hand. His grip is tight, and my scalp stings, but fuck, if I don’t love it.
My mouth inches closer as he guides me toward his swollen head. His cock is long and thick, and how in the hell did I not know how big his dick is?
I’ve seen Thorne shirtless countless times but have never had the pleasure of seeing south of the border.
His dick is something to be worshiped and put on display. I make a decision. “I’m buying you sweatpants for Christmas. Tight ones. Then I’m throwing out every pair of underwear you own.”
Thorne laughs. “I’m mildly offended you haven’t bought me a Christmas present yet.”
“Oh, I have, but I just thought of a better one. You can have both.”
“I’d trade both of them in for your mouth to stop babbling and start sucking.”
Yeah, I’m not going to do that. Not right away. I’m going to draw this out and drive him crazy to the point he won’t be able to hold back. I want to break him, see if I can crack that tough exterior of his. I’ve seen glimpses, but I’ve never seen him completely let go.
Tentatively, I run my tongue over his leaking cock. He tastes like heaven, and I close my mouth over the head and suck gently.
Thorne moans and writhes.
I roll my tongue as I pull off him again and then lick my way down the underside of his hard shaft. Moving lower, I tease his balls.
Thorne gasps. “Seb …”
He’s trimmed and perfectly manscaped, so I could stay down here all night. I want to use my hands. I want to use every weapon in my arsenal, but I know Thorne will stop me.
When I work my way back up, I suck him into my mouth as far as I can. I can tell he’s fighting to push my head down so I can take more of him. He’s trying to be polite, but fuck that.
I pull back up, licking, sucking, and teasing just the tip, driving him nuts. It has to be frustrating for him, and as I lift my gaze and look him in the eye, he catches on to what I’m doing.
“Fuck. You’re as much a smartass in bed as you are out of it.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum.
He loses his fight and forces my head down while he thrusts upward. His cock tickles the back of my throat, and my eyes water, but I love it. His hips lift off the bed, thrusting again, and I tell my gag reflex to relax.
Thorne begins to tremble as he grunts and does it again and again, and then—
There’s a knock at the fucking door.
“Hey, uh, guys?” Locke so knows what’s going on in here.
Thorne’s eyes widen, and he tries to pull out of my mouth, but I suck hard and subtly shake my head.
“What’s … uh …”
I bob my head again.
“Up?” Thorne scrambles for words, and I smile internally.
“Dinner’s ready,” Locke says through the door.
“We’ll …” Thorne takes a deep breath and lets the next sentence out in a rush. “Be right there.”
I shake my head again.
“I mean! No! We’ll be out … Soon. Start without us.”
“Okay.” Locke’s footsteps retreat.
“Up,” Thorne orders. I want to protest, but then he says, “I need inside you now.”
I release him immediately and scramble onto my hands and knees on the bed. My cock hasn’t had any attention yet, and it aches with need. I reach for it, but as suspected, Thorne doesn’t allow it.
“Hands above your head.”
“Come on,” I whine but do it.
“Stay like that.” Thorne crosses the room and gets supplies, while I squirm impatiently on the bed. My balls tingle, and I’m getting impatient. I want to touch myself. I want Thorne’s hands on me.
I just … want.
What is taking Thorne so long? I turn my head as the bed behind me dips, and anticipation surges through me.
Warm lips land on my left ass cheek and then my right. Soft hands run up my sides, then his body covers mine. Light kisses trail along the back of my neck and shoulder blades, while the sound of the lube cap opening echoes around the room.
Thorne’s warmth leaves, sending a shiver up my spine as he kneels behind me. Then, simultaneously, a wet finger teases my rim while he reaches under me and pulls my cock toward him, bringing it between my legs. He pushes his finger inside my hole and strokes my cock.
The breathy croak that leaves my lips is muffled when I lower my head and bury it in the pillow below me.
“You look so hot spread out for me like this,” Thorne rumbles.