Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Tasting Sean.
A man.
He turned his head to the side, making our mouths part. I felt his stubble against my face and a thrill shot through me as my head spun.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
“Kissing,” I replied before I took his mouth again. I wanted to devour him. My dick was hard and someone whistled as they drove by us. There was a voice in my head telling me I was kissing a man but it got quieter and quieter with each swipe of his tongue.
Sean pulled away again, putting his hand on my chest. “You’re straight.”
“I know.” Or at least, I thought I was straight. I likely couldn’t say that with my tongue in his mouth though. And if I was being honest, there was college…
I leaned in but he used his strength to hold me back.
“Why are you kissing me if you’re straight, Ethan?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know. It didn’t make sense. There’d never been a man I wanted to kiss before Sean, but this also wasn’t the first time a man had ever touched me. All I knew was, I wasn’t really the type to hold back when I realized I wanted something. Right then, my tongue wanted to live inside Sean’s mouth. I’d figure out the why of it later. “Because you taste good, and I really fucking want to kiss you again.”
6
Sean
What a fucking great kisser.
Holy shit, I hadn’t expected that…or anything Ethan was doing.
I always knew when guys were coming on to me, but Ethan’s kiss made me rethink the whole day, wondering if he’d been planning this all along or if it was really as spontaneous as it seemed. I had a strange feeling it was an impulsive decision—and one he clearly didn’t regret.
But what the fuck? I couldn’t mess around with a straight guy.
Clearly not as straight as I figured, but considering how good his lips felt on mine and how much I was enjoying the scent of his cologne, I didn’t really give a damn if he was attracted to guys or girls…just that he was attracted to me.
“You’re pretty good at that,” I confessed.
“I figure mouths work the same on guys and girls,” he said with a confident smile before stealing another kiss.
What the fuck was I thinking? Hell, I wasn’t thinking. Just wanting more of him. Needing it. And considering how good he was with the way he worked his mouth, I was fine with begging for it if I needed to.
Fuck. That’s just the kind of thing he would have used against me. He was conceited enough without me needing to be falling for the sex that oozed from his pores.
But I couldn’t help myself as I enjoyed the way he slid his tongue past my lips, without apprehension or nervousness—something I’d dealt with from plenty of guys who were struggling to come to terms with who they were. Usually, guys who hadn’t messed around with other guys before were hesitant, awkward even. But Ethan must’ve known exactly what he wanted in that moment…and was shameless about it. Hungry for my mouth the way I was hungry for his.
And judging by the boner in his pants as he pulled me closer, he wasn’t any more willing to fight his desire than I was.
He reached his hand around and squeezed my ass, his grip firm and my dick stiff as a fucking board.
I had to pull away for a breather. Normally, I was good at keeping my cool, but I’d forgotten to inhale at some point during our kiss.
He winced at me briefly. Was he reconsidering what he was doing? Sobering up just enough to want to squirm away and get the fuck out of there?
He just needed a minute to think with his brain instead of the Jack and Coke, then he’d realize what an idiot he was being right now.
“I bet a lot of things work the same on guys as girls,” he said, gripping my ass tighter.
Was he seriously considering fucking me?
In that moment, I only knew two things: I wanted Ethan, and he wanted me. How the fuck we could make it work didn’t matter as long as he was willing, and judging by the smirk that swept across his face, he didn’t look like he was going to be changing his mind anytime soon.
“What?” I asked, questioning the cocky expression he was making, his lips twisted like I’d already given him the best BJ in the world.
“I think I left you speechless.”
“It’s probably a good thing my brain isn’t totally functioning right now. Otherwise, I might mistake this as being the gayest thing a straight guy could be doing.”
He chuckled. “So I assume we’re going back to your place.”
“What?” I spit the word out. He made it clear by the way he grabbed my ass what he wanted, but some part of me still wasn’t registering his interest…some part of me that wasn’t my dick, which didn’t have any issue figuring out what was up…because it sure as fuck was.