Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
CHAPTER FIVE
Tiernan
Who in the fuck is this guy? I should take him out right now, or at least knock him down a peg. No one—and I mean no one—talks to me the way he does, and though it makes my skin prickle and my muscles tense, it makes me even more fascinated by him.
I’ve never been so curious about another person before. Most of my life the people around me have been so carefully controlled. And when they’re not, it’s either a random person at the grocery store or someone who might not be connected but knows there are certain ways you behave around me and ways you don’t. Even if they aren’t afraid of me, they’re afraid of my family, or they’ve heard of my reputation. Dean must have heard rumors, yet he doesn’t back down an inch. It’s annoying as shit, but also hotter than it has any right to be.
“Now, now, that’s not one of the options,” I finally reply, pressing my hand to his throat.
“It’s what I want. You’d look pretty on your knees for me.”
My pulse jumps in an unexpected way. My hand tightens on his throat, but Dean doesn’t push me away…no, he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer.
Every nerve ending in my body sparks, catches flame and burns me from the inside out. I’m not blowing him. I love sucking dick, but that’s giving my captivating little new kid way too much power.
I also don’t have condoms or lube with me to fuck him, nor the patience to take him back inside to get him beneath me.
“Oh, New Kid, I look pretty all the time,” I tell him, then slam my mouth down on his.
Dean’s hold on me tightens, his fingers pressing hard enough to bruise my hips, and all it does is make me want more. His tongue pushes into my mouth like he’s dying of thirst and I’m the only well for him to drink from, and I press him more tightly against the tree, rut against him, let him feel how hard I am for him, and savor the feel of his thick, firm cock against mine.
I’ve never wanted to devour someone more, to push them to their knees or bend them over and slam into them with as much ferocity as I do Dean. I want to show him who I am, want to give him a taste of why people fear me, but at the same time, the way he challenges me, tries to push me to the edge and take control, is like I’m breathing for the first time.
I let my mouth travel down his throat while my hand slips away. “This is what we’re going to do…are you listening?”
“Fuck you.”
“Tsk. Tsk. You’re even angrier than me.” I bite his throat, then suck the skin into my mouth.
Dean hisses, rutting against me like a horny little slut.
“I’m not sucking you off…but I am going to make you come. If you want it, be a good boy and open your jeans.”
“Fuck—”
“Me. I know. Do you want my hand on your cock or what? I don’t have all night, and I’m starting to get bored.”
“I hate you,” he says, but he reaches down and unbuttons and unzips his jeans. He shoves them and his underwear down, his thick, pretty cock springing free.
“You don’t know me.”
“I still hate you.”
“Smart call. Most people do. Now do me.”
“Do it yourself,” he spits out.
I could argue with him. Part of me wants to, but I’m also ready to empty his balls, to drive him out of his mind with pleasure and for him to always know that the arrogant fuck he apparently hates made him come his brains out.
With a sigh, I let go of him and pull down my pants and boxer briefs.
“I wonder if anyone is watching us right now,” I say before dropping a long line of spit onto his dick. “If anyone comes this way, they’ll see us. They’ll know I’m making you come.”
“Do it, then.”
“Say please.” I don’t quite touch his dick, just let my hand linger over him, teasing, tempting. When he doesn’t speak right away, I go even lower, just barely brushing my palm against his balls. “Just one word…that’s all you have to say.”
I press forward so our dicks rub together.
“Fuck.” Dean closes his eyes, squeezing them tight. “Please, you motherfucker.”
I grin. The strange thing is, I feel it too. Usually, it’s just a thing I do, but right now it’s like I accomplished something—something for me, something that has nothing to do with my father.
“Fuck yes.” I slam our mouths together as I wrap my hand around his shaft. When I rub my palm over the head, it helps spread his precum along his shaft. This would be better with lube, but I’m determined to make it work without it, determined to hear this angry, stubborn new kid say my name as he comes.