Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He squeezed tight around my shaft, slowly stroking it.
Regaining control.
Like he always did.
I kept my eyes trained on the ceiling, looking at the exposed wooden beams.
“And I know you like this,” he said, his voice dropping a little quieter. “And that no matter how much you might hate about me, you want this, badly. I can see it all over your body. Those goosebumps all over you anytime I touch your skin. The way your nipples harden. That fucking incredible pink flush on your cheeks—”
“I’m just sensitive,” I said. “It isn’t anything special.”
“Wrong.”
I bit the inside of my cheeks. “Doesn’t mean anything.”
“If you want to come, you’re more than welcome to get off,” Draven said. “I’ll tongue your hole if it makes it easier for you. I don’t know if you’ve ever had someone eat you out while you jerk yourself off before, but a tongue can do a whole lot—”
“You were wrong about one thing,” I said.
“Tell me.”
I finally summoned the willpower to meet his eyes again. “I don’t want to come.”
“Liar.”
I breathed deep. “You make me feel crazy.”
All at once, he pulled his hand away. He moved to the other side of the bed, no longer straddling me, and the absence of his heat on my thighs felt just as jarring.
“Okay, Baby Blue,” he said.
Just like that, he had listened to me.
I’d told him I didn’t want to come, and so… he stopped.
I felt like I was caught in a web of my own confusion, struggling against it, wondering why the fuck I’d told him something that even I knew was a lie.
But the moment he’d given control back to me, I knew I didn’t want it.
I was infuriated. Turned on.
I let out a frustrated sigh, running my fingers through my hair.
I turned toward him on the bed, and he let his head turn toward me, giving me a neutral stare.
Those eyes.
Like a wolf. Like a predator.
Something I could never resist if I tried.
“Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Maybe I do want to.”
His gaze shifted from neutral to determined in a moment, like a flame had been lit behind them.
“Strip,” he barked, an undeniable command. “Shirt off. Need you naked.”
I realized I was shaking a little as I sat up in bed and reached to pull off my shirt.
Nothing escaped Draven’s notice—he saw my slight tremble, too. He brought his hand to mine, shoving my shirt off faster, gripping it away from me and tossing it on the floor.
“Impatient much?” I asked, but my own shakiness showed up in my voice a little.
“I want my tongue on your hole while your hand is on your cock,” he said. He’d kept his hand on mine, and now he interlocked his fingers in mine, something between holding hands and taking control of my movement. “Is that what you want, too? Want to feel me, warm and wet, while you come so hard you forget your own name?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to do… to do fucking anything to me,” I said, feeling like my words were a little useless.
“And?”
“And I want to come. I really want your tongue, Draven.”
I want it in my mouth, too. I want it so fucking badly. What I know you won’t give me.
“You are so fucking hot, Baby Blue,” he murmured. He reached for his own sweatpants, tugging them off and tossing them away, too.
I was awaiting more instructions from him when in a quick motion, he leaned over me, his mouth connecting with my cock.
Heat pooled in my groin all at once.
Without warning, he slid down on my cock, taking it deep into his mouth and giving it a few firm, slow sucks.
“Just wanted to taste you,” he said as he came up again.
He stood up from the bed, and suddenly I was confused.
He was… leaving?
Walking away from the bed, when I’d been expecting him to flip me and put his tongue on me?
“Draven, don’t torture me—”
But then I realized what was happening. He’d grabbed a thick blanket sitting by the open doors, and now he was crossing the threshold, nodding outside.
He knew how much it would turn me on if I had to be naked, getting my fucking ass eaten out in the yard instead of in his bed. There was another tug-of-war inside me, all of the what-ifs peppering my mind as usual. But I already knew I was going to follow his lead.
Fuck you, Draven Lyons.
You do know me.
“Come on,” he said. “Out here. With me.”
Chapter 14
Draven
This feeling.
A pure jolt of energy surging through me. Raw desire. It wasn’t the outdoors, or the promise of more, even.
It was the way Max looked. As he finally stepped outside after me, he looked like he’d already been fucked. A half-lidded, hypnotized look in his eyes as he followed me. His hair already ruffled from moving around on the bed, and from when my fingers had been laced into it earlier.