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)
My cock needed my attention, but I couldn’t stop touching my guy. The pad of my thumb pushed against the tight hole, relaxing my entrance until it slipped inside.
“Ooh…” Mace gasped. “Right there. But, baby, the bathtub’s bigger than the one at your place. I’ve been thinkin’ about us in there.” His words came as a deep, throaty ongoing moan. That sound was all the encouragement I needed as I lifted my hands from their most ardent goals.
“Guide us.” I pressed my lips against the shell of his ear, kissing him.
“Let go.” Mace’s chin hit his chest, his eyelids closing. His heated skin always responded to the breaths and groans I gave. “It’ll be easier to get us there.”
Pfft. Yeah right. There was no universe where that was ever going to happen. My answer came when I darted out my tongue to lick his ear. I shuffled behind him as he moved us through the house.
Mace nailed it. We were moving slowly as I nipped and licked the back of his neck.
“Be careful,” Mace said as both his palms landed on the bathroom’s doorframe, using force to lunge forward, getting us to our destination. “You’ve made this way too hard.”
“I like you here. Maybe we could stay here forever. Be out but protected. You know, I can make this happen for us,” I cooed, lifting his shirttails from the waistband holding them tucked inside. Mace’s ass popped out as he bent forward, dislodging me a couple of steps backward.
“In the bath.” The direction was given with finality.
Mace had regained his wits about him. I hadn’t at all until I did a quick peek around the room he’d practically dragged me into. I ended up doing a full spin as Mace went for the faucet to fill the tub. This room was made for a king. I bet the actors who stayed here replicated this setup in their own homes.
High ceilings, lots of space, modernly designed sinks, a huge open shower, no toilet which meant it must be around the corner. The other side was made into a glam studio, everything necessary to make whoever sat there beautiful for the public’s eye.
And they didn’t even have Mace undressing to make the bathroom better.
When my gaze found Mace again, my hands instantly went to the hem of my shirt. He was way ahead of me, already pushing his jeans down his legs. The boots kicked off, discarded on the floor.
“The water’s hot from the go.” Mace’s jeans and underwear flung in the air as he stuck a foot inside the water. “Yeah, it feels good.” As he settled in, he flipped a switch and bubbles erupted. Yeah, it was perfect.
I worked faster, kicking off my loafers, clawing at the material, watching Mace’s long body settle easily inside the basin. His hand rubbed his cock as his stare focused on me.
This was everything. If the decision wasn’t already made to sign the contracts asap, it would be now. Both Mace and I could easily drive back and forth between our home and Austin’s studio. Meaning we’d have more access to this badass bathtub in the future.
“Scoot up,” I said, pulling off my last sock, tossing it over my shoulder seconds before it would have gotten wet. Mace obeyed without hesitation, allowing me to settle in behind him. The water was the perfect temperature. The way Mace laid his back on my chest added to the serene moment.
I encircled him with my arms, keeping him against me. My palm covered one pec, and I tightened my thumb and forefinger around the hard bud of his nipple. He was a nipple guy. He liked to be suckled there. His cock took notice, proving me correct, standing straight with the bulbous head jutting out of the bubbling water. Mace did his best to touch me too, his hands caressing up and down my thighs. No matter how he ever touched me, it felt erotic, adding to my drive to be inside this man.
“Kiss me,” Mace said, angling his head to better face me. I didn’t make it easy for him, refusing to let him go.
The tip of my tongue darted out, licking at Mace’s full bottom lip as he opened wider, trying to deepen the kiss. I had different plans. I released the hold with my left arm and hand, then pushed my hand through his crack. My right armed muscled up, locking Mace in place.
Mace lost his will to kiss me. His plump lips released mine with a moan-filled groan as I breached his hole with three fingers. I wasn’t playing with this any longer.
The glorious torture had me working him open with intention, sliding and scissoring my fingers in and out of him to open his tight pucker. I hit his gland as often as possible. Mace’s ass rose and fell in alignment with the cadence I created.