Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Unfortunately, my need for release rocketed to the most center part of my world. Each of Slade’s swipes over the underside of my cock curled my toes. My knees went weak as I battled against my orgasm. I was in the fight of my life to keep from shooting my load prematurely, ending this beautiful moment before it ever truly got started.
Chapter 9
Slade
The salty pre-come dragging over my tongue spoke of a lover who hadn’t had much sex in his immediate past. Either that or I was just doing everything right in Mace’s world. Weirdly, I wanted the second option to be the truth.
This undeniably magical moment mattered to me. I wouldn’t pretend otherwise. I increased the tempo in and out of my mouth, doing my best to relax my jaw and open my throat, wanting the best for this intriguing man, lost in a small town, hiding from some unknown demons.
Yeah. That was the truth. That and a physical need so amped up I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted this man. My cock pulsed, aching against the binding of my shorts, knowing it wouldn’t take much for me to reach an orgasm too. Mace’s fingers reverently combed through my hair, trailing down, caressing over my jaw until the pad of his thumb caressed the length of my bottom lip.
Man, that turned me on.
I’d never considered such a leap forward when I showed up tonight. In a blur, Mace and I had gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of a few uncertain minutes. Now, all I wanted to do was savor the taste of this man, commit every second to memory, and get Mace ready for the pounding I had in mind.
Except the pounding seemed to come from my own heart. I trailed my fingers over Mace’s waist, around his hip to slip between the crevice. My fingertips circled the tight ring of muscle, massaging, seeking entrance.
I pushed my thumb inside Mace, breaching his hole.
“Holy fuck,” Mace hissed. His hands in my hair tightened, holding my head in place while thrusting his cock deep inside my mouth. I liked the idea of being manhandled. That unyielding grip sent tendrils of desire ricocheting through my system. My palm circled my cock, ramming back and forth against the need ready to burst free just by experiencing Mace’s lust.
As if Mace read my signs, his cock hit the back of my throat over and again, pumping his leaking need into my mouth rough and ragged.
When I lifted my gaze, Mace’s lids were shut, ecstasy riding in the lines of his brow. His lips parted but no breath escaped. He was on the edge. Out of instinct, I looped my arms around Mace’s thighs, helping to keep him upright when he came.
Mace’s hips bucked then faltered in their rhythm, his cock slipping from my mouth, he came into his palm. His body lurched each ribbon free.
“I’m sorry,” Mace said.
“I’m not.” I took the opportunity, getting to my feet, holding Mace upright as I said, “Bend over the table.”
It took two moves to get Mace steady, ass up, against the edge. I reached for the roll of paper towels in the center of the table, moving them closer to Mace while I quickly dropped my shorts and underwear to my feet and tugged the polo over my head, tossing it aside.
Mace cocked his head my direction. His sated expression burned away under the heat in his gaze as our eyes met. Mace’s greedy gaze tracked me up then down, then settled on my jutting cock.
The shape of my body was the key to success in accomplishing my most recent goals. I knew it looked good. The studio spent thousands of dollars to keep me fit.
“See this?” I fisted my shaft, giving it a tight squeeze. “It’s been like this for days because of you. We’ve got to get you ready. Keep your ass in the air.”
The single step forward, felt stalkerish. I lowered a hand to Mace’s hip, firmly holding him in place. I kicked his feet farther apart until the angle of his ass was perfect.
I reached for the lube, tearing the edge of the packet open with my teeth before dripping droplets of the slick straight onto his hole.
“That’s cold,” Mace hissed. But the hand that reached for his cock told a different story.
I lowered my fingers, running them over the lube before I pushed two digits inside.
“Yeah, you’re too tight to be doing too much whoring,” I murmured appreciatively, in little more than a husky, guttural sound.
“Fuuuckaa…” Mace managed. No denial of my simple assessment.
Tucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I worked my fingers in and out of Mace’s pucker. Plunging deeper and deeper with each thrust.
All the thoughts of savoring Mace, taking this slow to enjoy myself, fled as I added a third finger. Mace whimpered when I found his gland, massaging it with my index finger. I’d never been so captivated by another person. My cock leaked, small droplets building at the top.