Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
And then he discovered how to go deep and milk the shaft with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh, hell yes.” My breath practically sizzled out of me, my entire body a fucking inferno. And the only firefighter in sight seemed determined to make it worse, not better. He upped the tempo but kept the tongue action going, and my vision fucking blurred. “Damn. Your mouth is something else.”
He paused, but his smile was surprisingly shy as he gazed at me. “Do it like last time?”
“Last time?” Fuck. The only thing better than Sean in playful mode was Sean wanting, craving, me in charge. Heady damn stuff. “You want me to own your mouth again?”
I dropped a hand to his jaw, and he hummed his agreement.
“Open wider,” I commanded, more to assert control than because Sean needed tips. Using my hand, I guided him into a deeper, faster fuck, but he stayed far tenser than last time. “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
“Not nervous,” he gritted out the words. “Trying not to come.”
I pursed my lips to avoid chuckling, instead going for a stern, “Try harder.”
That must have been the response he needed because he visibly relaxed, brow creasing with concentration as he gave himself over to following my lead, going pliant in my grip. Damn. Nothing better than a powerful man willingly turning himself to putty for our mutual pleasure. And devious, devious man, he quickly figured out how to let me fuck his face while doing more of that tongue action.
“Fuck.” I drew the word out, low and urgent. “More. More of that.”
I barely had the order out before he doubled down on the suction and friction, meeting my every thrust with the absolutely perfect marriage of submission and active effort to get me off. And said efforts were working even faster than I’d predicted, my balls lifting and hamstrings burning.
“Good. So good.” I pressed my shoulders hard against the wall. No use. My body kept climbing, every muscle tensing, and any attempt by my brain to slow this down was overridden by my cock. Faster. Faster. And the faster I went, the more Sean seemed to love it, need it, moaning his enjoyment, moving in concert with me until only one thing mattered. “Fuck. Fuck. Gonna.”
Inevitable infinity. Bad poetry spiraled through my head, snippets of lyrics from my years on rock tours. My ears rang from the roar of an invisible crowd, and my vision shorted like a strobe light. I felt like a fucking rock god for an instant that dragged on and on, a rush unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Mmm.” Sean moaned louder than me, drinking down my come with an eagerness that coaxed a few more spurts loose from my cock.
“God. Fucking. Damn.” I whistled as I offered Sean a hand up. “That was spectacular.”
“Yeah, it was.” He smiled wide enough to power a stadium with the wattage before wiping his mouth.
“Still cocky.” I shook my head in pretend disappointment.
“Yep.” He didn’t even give me the grace of fake chuckling.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.” I spun him in the direction of my bed and pointed. “On the bed.”
Chapter Ten
Sean
I’d never wanted to be anywhere as much as I wanted to be in Denver’s bed. The blowjob had only made me hungrier for him and everything he offered. I loved being on my knees for him with a ferocity I’d never expected. I’d known I’d like the sex, but it was the freedom of giving him control that I had a bottomless hunger for.
“Strip.” He made a little go-ahead gesture as I approached the bed. I didn’t know the first thing about sexy striptease moves and had zero patience for learning, so I wrenched off my clothes with no finesse but lots of speed before launching myself onto the bed.
“You’re something.” Denver shook his head, but there was a fondness in his tone that made my muscles warm and loose. I’d always felt the need to rein myself in with Maxine, save my most authentic goofy moments. With Denver, there was no need to pretend or hold myself in check. Not only did I trust him to push back against whatever I dished out, but he seemed to enjoy all of me.
“Coming?” I waggled my eyebrows at him before patting the bed. Denver removed his pants with deliberate slowness before ambling over to the bed. His cock still glistened with traces of my spit, and that, combined with the rest of his naked appeal, had me throbbing that much more.
“You’re not coming any time soon.” He grinned, a wicked promise that transformed his whole face, brown eyes gaining golden specks, mouth wide and generous, chiseled jaw and nose softening, and little lines emerging around his eyes and mouth.
“Whoa.” I didn’t have to fake my appreciation. “You do smile sometimes.”