Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
No, it was more than that. He needed me.
It was just sex, just release, but that didn’t matter. It was a heady feeling to have this big, powerful man’s complete focus.
I licked my lips as he fished the keys to his flat from his pocket.
He paused with his hand on the knob and stared at my mouth for a long moment. “Christ.”
“What’s wrong?”
Scott didn’t reply. He flung the door open and let it crash behind us with a bang, then flattened me against the nearest wall and fused his mouth over mine.
I wrapped myself around him like a koala and drove my tongue between his lips. He groaned his approval and took over, ravaging me while he unpeeled the first layers of clothing. He unzipped my jacket and unbuttoned my oxford shirt, pulling it from my jeans before unbuckling my belt. And his mouth never left mine.
I tried to help him undress too, but I probably wasn’t very effective. My fingers were clumsy and my balance was iffy. I swayed into Scott, clutching his belt loops to stay upright. I belatedly noticed his shirt was gone and of course, had to stop to splay my palms over his pecs and graze my nails over his nipples.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You have no fucking idea how much I want you.”
That was music to my ears. I stood on my toes and raked my teeth over his bottom lip as he ghosted his finger along my crack.
Scott was still mostly dressed, but I was in serious disarray—shirtless with my jeans around my knees and my rigid cock peeking out the top of the elastic of my boxer briefs, clinging to this muscular beast while trying not to writhe and wriggle. My resolve didn’t last. I arched into him, looking for friction any way I could get it.
When I almost knocked us both to our knees, he guided us a few feet to the sofa. He stripped and barked an order for me to do the same, lunging for me when we were both finally naked.
“Oh, God, you feel so good,” I moaned. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
No shame. None whatsoever.
Scott
I couldn’t remember the last time kissing a man had put me this close to the edge. In this case, it made sense. Theo’s complete lack of guile was a turn-on. He lay there spread open and begging for my cock. His blue eyes darkened and his nostrils flared as he lifted one leg over the sofa and planted his other foot on the floor as he stroked himself. Fuck, I wanted him…now.
I licked my left palm, sucked two fingers on my right, and took over jacking him as I pressed a single digit inside.
Theo squeezed his eyes shut briefly. “More.”
I finger-fucked him, rubbing my thick cock against his upper thigh. I couldn’t help it. I was too close to combustion already. When close tipped into the danger zone, I leaned sideways from my perch between his legs and opened the end-table drawer. I riffled through a hodgepodge of miscellaneous junk like measuring tape, matches, and playing cards, and finally came up with a bottle of lube and a condom.
Thank fuck.
I made quick work of the condom, added lube, set my sheathed cock at his hole, and pushed. And damn, it felt like sliding home. He fit me like a glove—hot, tight, and so perfect.
I rested my forehead on his for a beat to give him a chance to adjust.
“You okay?” I whispered.
Theo nodded. “Yes.”
I pulled all the way out and slid inside again. “Like that?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, that’s it. More.”
I gave him everything he asked for, and yes…more. Our moderate pace didn’t last long. We were too horny to take our time. This was about release. Immediate, glorious release.
I brushed my beard along his smooth jaw, then twirled my tongue around his, kissing him breathless while I rocked inside him. A little faster now.
And harder.
I loved the way he clung to me, chanting my name as he lifted his hips, arching to meet each thrust while he rubbed himself silly. I wanted a better angle. I needed that hand in motion. I pulled out and sat back on the sofa, and patted my knee.
“Hop on. Come ride me, baby.”
Theo licked his bee-stung lips and scrambled to obey, grasping my shoulders as he slid down my length. He didn’t stop moving. No kidding. He rode me like it was his job. His cock bounced between us till I curled my fingers around his base and tugged.
He cried out almost immediately and sputtered something incoherent before shooting his load all over my chest and his.
That was it for me too.
I grabbed his hips and held on tight, filling the condom as I shook like a leaf, bucking through a series of tremors that left me light-headed and weak.