Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“A very fun thing. I promise.” I brushed my lips along his jaw, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Liam, you’ve got me hard enough to fucking break rocks. My choices are jerk off here and listen to you coming or go up and jerk it in your shower. My preference is to stay right here with you.”
I pressed another kiss to that magic spot behind his head and pulled away to see his eyes sort of glaze over, as if he were struggling to pull a couple of thoughts together.
“How about I start things?”
Because I was utterly shameless, I had no problem rolling onto my back and shoving my briefs and my borrowed plaid pajama pants completely off. Since I was already stripping, I shucked my borrowed T-shirt as well and set it aside.
The only noise from Liam was a sharp inhale. I wanted to look at him, but I was afraid of embarrassing him, so I kept my attention on my hard, leaking cock. The damn thing got harder as if it could sense Liam was staring.
I spit in my palm twice and grabbed my dick, moaning loudly at the very first stroke. Shameless. Completely, utterly, flamboyantly shameless. I wanted to make sure Liam knew he had no reason to be shy or embarrassed because he couldn’t be as loud or as insane as me.
Also, the relief was intense. The promise of being able to come after all this goddamn teasing and behaving was enough to let me catch my breath.
For a few tense seconds, there was no noise or movement from Liam’s side of the bed. I was beginning to think he’d died the moment my dick had come out. As I groaned again, there was a sudden flurry of activity, as if he were being attacked by a bee.
The last of the blankets jumped to the end of the mattress. Liam’s arms and legs flashed in my peripheral vision, and I looked at him because I was afraid of catching an elbow in the temple. He was stripping off his pants while grumbling at me.
“Can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. Fucking ridiculous. It’s like you to make me lose what common sense I have. I’m so fucking horny I can’t even think straight,” he snarled and cursed to himself.
He left on his T-shirt but hiked it up somewhat to expose his soft, flat stomach. After spitting in his hand, he gripped his dick and started stroking himself. There was a catch in his breathing before he let out a long sigh.
Since I’d put myself on display, I had no problem with gazing over to enjoy the vision of his long, slender cock in his fist. The head was dark red and damp, while neatly trimmed red hair hugged the root.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I panted, speeding up my hand. As much as I wanted to drag this out, drain it of every bit of sweetness, I knew it was better to go fast the first time. Make sure Liam was washed with intense pleasure, stopping him from getting lost in his head with insecurities and fears.
He huffed out a laugh. “Shut up. You’re ridiculous.”
“Am not.” I turned my head to face forward, squeezing my eyes shut so I could focus on the sound of his breathing, the movement of his hand. My mind replayed the feel of his lips on mine, the brush of his tongue. I wanted all that and more. I wanted to feel his skin pressed to mine, the heat of him, the thunderous race of his heart as it tried to break free of his body.
My orgasm swamped me in a hot, muscle-tightening rush, and I let it. My back arched off the mattress, and I cried out as I came. Hot semen splashed on my stomach and dribbled down my fist as I stroked myself through that toe-curling moment.
“Fuck.” I sighed, releasing my cock and resting my hand on my hip. “That was a nice way to start the day.”
“Jeez. Rome. Shit. That was hot,” Liam panted. A needy whimper left him, and his hand slowed. “But I don’t think I can. Too nervous.”
I grabbed the T-shirt I’d shed and wiped the mess off my stomach, then rolled onto my side. His eyes were squeezed shut, and the muscles in his right arm strained in what was likely a mix of hunger and frustration. I dropped my hand on my thigh to keep from giving in to the temptation to help him. Instead, I pressed my face into his neck, kissing my way up to the magic spot behind his ear.
“Of course you can, and it’s going to feel amazing,” I purred. His earlobe slipped into my mouth, and I gently worried it with my teeth, then slid my tongue across the sensitive bit of flesh.