Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Walker squeezed my cock at the base, dragging his tongue from root to tip with his eyes locked on mine. His gaze was equal parts seductive and rabid. For a hot second, I wasn’t sure if he was just going to tease me or eat me alive. I clung to the wall, hoping I didn’t embarrass myself as he licked my crown in lazy circles, sucking precum from my slit and swallowing my length, inch by inch.
His throat muscles contracted and holy fuck, that was unexpected. My desperate-sounding moan bounced around the room as I threaded my fingers through his hair, wordlessly begging him to keep going.
Message received. Walker got to it, stroking, sucking, and working all kinds of magic. He fondled my balls and massaged the sensitive skin behind them while twirling his tongue…too slow, too fast, then just right. The urge to take over and fuck his mouth was strong, but I didn’t want to ruin this by taking more than he was offering.
Who was I kidding? I wasn’t going to last.
Sweat beaded my brow as pleasure tingled at the base of my spine. I tightened my hold on his hair and choked out a strangled, “I’m close.”
Walker pulled off with a pop, tapping my swollen cock on his bottom lip, wet with saliva. “Give it to me. I want it.”
“Jesus Christ,” I growled, pumping my hips double time.
So much for any hint of self-control. I had none. I was reduced to feral beast mode, and damned if my cock didn’t look perfect sliding in and out of his mouth. That was my final thought before I came apart, shooting my load down his throat with a guttural cry.
The sexy redhead at my feet sat on his heels, looking mighty pleased with himself—like the cat who’d caught a canary.
I held my hand out to him, chest heaving as if I’d just run a fucking marathon. Walker stood, snaking his fingers around my nape and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself, which…yeah, that was the idea. I shouldn’t have liked it so much. It was a power-play move, and I had this thing about being the one who called the shots during sex.
To a degree, anyway. I wasn’t a selfish lover, but I didn’t bottom and more often than not, I wasn’t the guy on my knees. I would’ve done it for Walker in a heartbeat, though. Right then and there. I would have done anything he wanted.
Walker batted my hand away when I reached for his belt, though. “No, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” I insisted. “You have a tent in your pants and I’m not going anywhere until I help you with it. C’mon, let me.”
I thought he might refuse, but he unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and fumbled to free his cock from his briefs.
Fuck, he even had a pretty dick. Not quite as thick as mine, but close, nestled in a perfectly trimmed thatch of auburn pubic hair.
Walker nudged me with his elbow as he jerked himself. “You don’t have to do anything. Just…kiss me.”
I could do better than that. I spit on my palm and took over, stroking him to the rhythm of our tongues. He stiffened and grunted in warning just before his orgasm hit, but he didn’t break the kiss. Cum spurted on my fist and his shirt and… Fuck…just…fuck.
We leaned against the wall, facing each other and ignoring the mess we’d made.
“How did that happen?” I rasped in a surprisingly steady tone.
Walker raised a brow and snorted. “I honestly don’t know.”
“Me either, but it was…wow.”
“Y-yes.” He grabbed a few tissues from the box on his desk and passed it to me. “There’s a bathroom down the hall. You probably need to wash up and—I should…um, get back to work.”
“Uh…right.” I cleared my throat and wiped my hands, feeling a little unmoored. “I guess I’ll see you at the game tomorrow.”
“I’ll be there.”
Walker’s even expression gave nothing away. If he were uncomfortable or unsure, I’d never know. He’d clean out the house with a good hand at poker any day of the week.
“Cool.” I headed for the stairs and paused at the landing. “Hey, Woodrow?”
Walker peered from behind the door. “Yes?”
“We did good today, huh?”
He blushed, then nodded. “We did.”
We shared a smile that felt like a conversation. This is good. We’re okay.
I strolled away with a bounce in my step, contemplating how funny it was to think of Walker as an ally rather than a foe.
An interesting one too.
I wasn’t ready to let him go.
Don’t ask me what I meant by that. Realistically, we were at the end of our association, and I should have just been glad it hadn’t ended badly.
And I was, but…I wanted more.
Five thousand followers.
Twelve thousand followers.
Fifteen thousand, twenty-one thousand, twenty-seven thousand followers.
The numbers rose every few minutes. I didn’t get it. Obviously, this was Walker’s influence. I thought it was a good thing, but it was weird.