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)
The shirt hits the floor with a soft sound when I knock it off my face.
Tiernan scoots over and orders, “Lie down.”
Damned if I don’t do it.
In one swift movement, he straddles me again, thrusting his hips forward so our cocks rub together. “Look at this precum just for me. How many times have you jerked off thinking about me since the last time I made you shoot your load?”
“None.” I’m sure he hears the lie in my tone.
A dark look flashes over his face, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, that’s right. You thought the guy at the bar would make you come as hard as I do. He wouldn’t have. No one will.”
My first instinct is to tell him he’s wrong, that he’s not that good, but a small part of me believes him, as though this hate and anger and intrigue I feel about him isn’t something I’ll ever experience with anyone else.
But he expects that from me, wants me to try to lie to him about how wrong he is, so instead, I say, “Prove it.”
He cocks his head, like he’s trying to see something that’s not completely clear to him. I turn my head slightly, and he takes hold of my chin, moving it so I’m looking at him again. “None of that. No hiding now. It’s the fire in you that makes you interesting.”
If only he knew what I was hiding, he wouldn’t say that.
Tiernan kisses his way down my throat, licks each of my collarbones, before continuing down…down…past my nipples, licking a path down my chest and stomach, nipping at my skin and biting me while I writhe despite how much I don’t want him to know I enjoy this.
That I enjoy him.
Tiernan skips past my dick.
“What the fuck,” I shout at him, right before his tongue laps at my aching balls.
“Happy now? You’re more impatient than me.”
“I highly doubt that,” I tell him, but then I’m silenced by the wet feel of him against my nuts again.
Tiernan sucks one of my balls into his mouth, then does the same to the other. I reach for his head, but he pushes my hand away. “No touching yet. I’ll tell you when you can.”
“God, I fucking hate you.”
“Yes. I know, and as I said, most people do.”
And not for the first time, I do as he says, just needing his mouth more than anything else. Tiernan takes hold of my dick, gives it a slow stroke. “I like to put on a show.”
“Of course you do.” But the truth is, I want to watch him, want to see him savoring my dick and pleasuring me.
When I’m looking down at him, Tiernan’s green gaze holds mine fiercely, and then he takes a long swipe with his tongue, from the base of my dick to the tip. My hips buck forward, begging for more contact.
I say a silent thank-you when Tiernan gives me exactly what I want, sucking me into his hot, wet mouth. He watches me as he bobs on my dick, swallowing around the head, looking like he’s enjoying one of his favorite fucking things, and again, a surge of power fills me, this undeniable feeling that Tiernan gives me.
“You look good with my cock in your mouth,” I tell him.
He pulls off to say, “I look good all the time,” and then he’s on me again, his hand working in tandem with his mouth, making every pleasure neuron inside me fire.
I thrust my hips slightly and he takes it, still watching me as my dick disappears in and out of his mouth. My thighs are already beginning to tremble. I can’t believe I’m so close to coming, but everything he’s said or done since he stepped into this room, from pushing his way inside to kicking Ollie out, to touching me, has been this heady form of foreplay.
I want to come in his mouth.
I want to make him swallow down all the cum in my balls because that feels like another way of marking him…of possessing him.
“I’m touching you.” If I don’t do it now, I won’t get to.
Tiernan doesn’t stop me when I grab his head, when I hold it while I pump my hips, fucking into his pretty, dirty, prick of a mouth. Tiernan takes it, seems to revel in it, as good at sucking dick as I assume he is at everything.
He’s perfect. His life is fucking perfect, and I’m not supposed to be here with him like this. Even more than that, I’m not supposed to want him.
He uses one hand to play with my balls and takes every single thrust I give him.
As much as I want to make this last, I know I can’t, so I let loose, give in, free-fall into this forbidden pleasure, my balls drawing up and filling his eager, hungry mouth.