Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Instincts…I’d just have to follow my instincts. They’d told me I wanted Landon the minute I’d walked into the conference room, and they’d been fucking right about it. So, instinct it was. I could do this. I had what it took.
Landon shifted beneath me and I wondered if maybe I was squishing him; there was no telling how long I’d been in this position. I was model skinny, but muscle heavy. Yep, I was squishing him.
I started to roll away but his big hands landed on each cheek of my ass, gripping hard and holding me in place. I liked the feel of him controlling me, even if it would irritate me if it were anyone other than Landon.
“Going somewhere?” he asked in a husky, sleep-scratchy voice.
Turning my head around so I could look him in the eye, I answered, “Absolutely not going anywhere unless you’re headed in that direction.” Yep, just gonna put it all out there and hope for the best. Instincts. “I was afraid I might be squishing you, though.”
“Never. I like you just where you are.”
“Okay. Good. Hey, listen,” I said nervously, “I have a confession to make and I want to put it on the table before we go any further.” When I saw his eyes start to shutter his feelings from me, I quickly added, “It’s about this ass-play thing. It looks like I’m going to like it. A lot.” Giving him my best Cheshire cat grin, I continued with, “As I’m sure you noticed, I’m also used to getting my way—it’s the spoiled model in me, I guess.” My finger traced the outline of his lips. “I’m going to need practice…a whole lot of practice. I mean, if I do two-hour workouts to maintain a certain physique just to make everybody happy, can you only imagine what kind of workouts I’ll demand to make me happy?”
“You’re adorable,” he mumbled. “Don’t scare me with sentences that start out with you wanting to make a confession, especially after we spent over half the night with me fucking you every way imaginable.”
“Oh…okay,” I purred as my finger started to travel down the side of his neck. “I’ve always been one of those ‘why put off later what you can do right now’ kind of guy. Any chance you’re ready to start working out?”
He grinned at me. “How about we give your ass a rest? You have to be sore after last night.”
When I started shaking my head in disagreement, he held his finger up to silence me. “Hold up, beautiful boy; give me a chance to tell you what I had in mind.”
With a pout, I answered, “I seriously doubt it’s going to better than the ass thing; I’m really getting into that.”
“And I’m really glad that you’re getting into the ‘ass thing’ as you call it, but there are so many other ways for us to pleasure each other. Have you ever heard of something called frottage?”
He knew I hadn’t. “No, is it something I should know?” I asked playfully. Damn, Landon was fun when he didn’t have the stick up his ass.
With a sexy grin, he answered, “It’s something every man should know…and enjoy. Sit up and straddle my hips.”
“Easy enough,” I quipped. “I like this saddle. See, if I just eased up a notch, you could slide your—”
He gave my ass a hard smack. “Pay attention!”
“Ouch! Wait, does it count as an ouch if I liked it?” This was the new me—Landon had helped him escape and there was going to be no putting me back into the genie bottle.
He reached for the lube that we’d left on the bedside table and snapped the lid open. “Inch up a bit more,” he said.
After a few seconds of inching, I was close enough for him to wrap his large hand around my hard cock. After he gave it a few strokes, he jostled me until we were lined up enough for him to add his cock to the same fist that held mine…and holy mother fucker, did that feel good! He wasn’t even moving his hand, just holding our heat together, and my heart was already about to pound out of my chest and my balls were heavy and begging for release. I whimpered. Yes, whimpered. No, I wasn’t proud of it, but there was no denying the sound—it was a whimper.
I couldn’t help it; it felt too good.
“Here, take the lube and pour some over us,” he said. His voice sounded dirty, like he’d swallowed gravel. It sounded sexier than fuck. So damn sexy that I nearly dropped the bottle of lube when he handed it to me. “Easy, boy. This is all we’ve got until I can have more delivered.”
Lube dripped out when I turned it upside down and I honestly thought the liquid would sizzle when it hit my cock—I was that aroused. I mean, I knew how my own dick felt, but having Landon’s pressed against me…damn.