Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Wow. Their fridge is the size of a small country,” I tell Hunter, trying to make small talk.
He ignores it, frowning. “I’m so fucking tired of people who can’t accept help.”
“He’s not going to be happy for a while. Especially if you touch me like that.”
Hunter’s eyes meet mine, electric with anger.
“You fucking love it when I touch you. Is that wrong?”
I pour him a little bit of straight whiskey, and I add some Coke to my own glass.
“You know it’s not wrong.”
“Then I’m going to touch you whenever the fuck I feel like it. If you asked me to fuck you right in the middle of that living room, I’d do it. I don’t care if he sees. I don’t care if he throws some fucking tantrum like the spoiled prick he is.”
“Come on, Hunter.”
He breathes deeply. “Wes has been through a lot. But so have I. If he’s going to turn things into a competition, over and over again, then I’m not backing down. He can choke on that girl’s tongue in his mouth while I give you my cock.”
“Stop.”
I put my fingers on his mouth gently. He grips my wrist and shoves my hand away, coming in to push his lips against mine.
He pins my back up against the wall and kisses me for the first time today.
When he got back from wherever the hell he was all day, he seemed angry. Tense. A lot more so than usual.
He grips his fingers around the front of my long-sleeve grey shirt, holding it in his fist. He’s channeling his anger into his kiss and I’m a glutton for his lips on mine.
My cock responds, because I can’t help it when Hunter gets like this.
I love it when he’s rough.
I just don’t know what’s going on under the surface.
He breaks off and moves close to my ear, still clutching the front of my shirt.
“I need to use you,” he utters.
“You will. Later.”
I feel his breath on my earlobe. “I need to use you now.”
He pushes his groin up against my leg and I feel him, hard as a rock just like I am.
I glance around the room.
The double doors that lead to the backyard are tucked behind a rack full of coats and a group of people all looking down, focused on a card game they’re playing.
“Doors outside. Over there,” I tell him, nodding over. “I’ll give you my mouth, but you need to make it quick.”
He sighs, biting down on my earlobe. “I’ll come in a fucking second if I’m in your throat right now. Need it. Badly.”
My cock throbs under my pants, and I take Hunter’s hand again.
“Let’s go. Before somebody we know walks in and starts trying to rope me into beer pong.”
We chug the rest of our drinks.
I keep my head down as I walk through the party toward the doors, but Hunter doesn’t give a fuck, and makes no effort to stay under the radar.
I push open one of the doors, just enough for us to slide through.
The night air outside feels cold. The snow has stopped, but there’s a thin white layer of it over the leaves and the hedges in the yard.
I close the door with a faint click, shutting out the sound of the party.
“Get on your knees,” Hunter murmurs the moment the door is shut, and he puts his lips on my neck, sucking a slow, hot kiss there.
“You’re not fucking my mouth right outside these windows,” I protest, but I can hear him undoing his belt already. “Goddamnit, Hunter, come over here.”
I walk off toward the snow-covered gazebo at the edge of the big yard.
As he walks behind me he never stops touching me. He squeezes my ass hard, then gives it a firm smack as I walk.
Then he comes up closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind, one of his hands finding its way to my lips and the other resting on my throat, enveloping me from behind.
He gently drags his fingertips along my lower lip.
When I open to give it a little suck, he closes his other hand tighter on my neck.
My cock is aching now.
We haven’t even made it to the gazebo, but he stops me in place.
Two of his fingers are on my tongue. I lean my head backward a little, giving him better access to my throat.
The front of his body is pressed up against my back, and heat is like a blanket from behind, warming me in the chill of the air.
“You’re being so good for me,” he says softly near my ear. “Letting me have you when I need to get off.”
He slides his fingers out from between my lips, and I let out a little gasp when his hand comes up underneath my shirt. He uses my spit to slide his fingertips over my nipple.