Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Gonna come,” he gasped. I immediately let go and pulled back, breaking contact to stop his orgasm. He made a choking sound of disappointment and whimpered. The sound went straight to my balls. “Want you. Fucker. Please.”
I cupped his face and met his eyes. They were glassy with need, his face flushed and hair already a wreck from my fingers. This man was so fucking beautiful, and seeing him drunk with lust stole my breath. “Not yet.”
I moved my mouth down his neck to his chest, nipping on the defined muscles there before pulling his nipples into my mouth one at a time to suck and pull. His legs came up and wrapped around my back as his fingers dug into my skull, and his hips lurched up, seeking relief.
“Patience,” I urged, moving down even further until I could run my tongue through the dark hair on his abdomen and down to the dripping tip of his dick. I licked it before sucking the tip into my mouth and enjoying seeing the arch of his back and clench of his thighs.
“Fucking fuck,” he gasped. He tightened his fingers in my hair. “Yes. Fuck. Just like that. More.”
I wanted to tease him—ask if he wanted it just like that or if he wanted more—but I was too busy tasting him. The scent of him, warm and masculine in the crease of his thigh, made my dick even harder. I inhaled deeply before sucking him deeper.
Watching his reactions was almost enough to bring about my own release, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to focus on his happiness, on his pleasure, sucking and swallowing around him until he finally grabbed the sides of my head and choked out my name.
Charlie.
Hunter had spent years calling me Junior the same way everyone else did. It had only taken him one correction to change it. He hadn’t argued, hadn’t tried to convince me I was wrong to want to be referred to by my real name. He’d simply respected my choice, even though it meant changing his own habits.
Despite holding the grudge about Dolly, he’d shown his respect for me in his compliance. I knew it wasn’t easy. It had taken my own mother a long time to acquiesce, and it felt like there was absolutely no hope for most of my extended family. But Hunter had done it right away.
His body shuddered as I swallowed around him. My desire to fuck him was still there, and my dick was still hard, but I pulled off and moved to lie next to him, willing to wait for round two before seeking my own orgasm.
“Good?” I asked after his breathing began to steady. My voice sounded a little rough from the abuse.
“Fuck.”
I snorted softly and reached over to brush damp tendrils of hair off his forehead. “Mmm. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Hunter shot me a sheepish look. “Not sure it was your talent, to be honest. I was pretty teed up for it by the time you put your mouth on me.”
I clapped a hand over my heart. “You wound me, sir.”
His eyes danced. “Don’t get me wrong. There’s talent there, for sure. But I was… let’s just say I might have discovered a disturbing kink of mine today.” He lifted an eyebrow and shrugged. “Overgrown turkeys who moonlight as construction workers.”
I laughed out loud. “Is that a common thing here in the Thicket?”
“Judging by the reactions at the Stuffin’ today,” he said darkly, “I’m definitely not the only one.”
Laughing with a man in bed was something I hadn’t done in a long time. Despite the years and distance, I felt more comfortable with Hunter than I had with many people in Chicago. Maybe it was because he’d known me long ago and understood my family history, or maybe because all the things about him that had called to me years ago were still there, only honed and amplified by time. Whatever the reason, I wanted to stay here and experience more of it….
But I knew that wasn’t part of our unspoken agreement.
“I, ah… I should go,” I said, breaking eye contact and looking around to remind myself where I might have put my clothes.
He reached out and grabbed my wrist. “Don’t. Not… not yet.” I glanced back at him over my shoulder. His face was serious for a split second before his expression morphed back into teasing. “At least stay until I can return the favor.”
It was a flimsy excuse, but if that was what he was offering, I was damned well going to take it.
I leaned back in and stole another kiss, suddenly feeling like I had a limited allotment and needing to make every remaining moment of connection between us count.
We made out again like horny teens, kissing and feeling each other up until we were both rock-hard and gasping again. Our bodies were slick with sweat, saliva, and semen by the time I begged him to take me over the edge. My brain was a white static haze, and I couldn’t even find the will to care how he made me come as long as he did… quickly.