Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“I...” Tam faltered.
“It’s okay.”
Tam hit the sofa in frustration. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“I wish...”
“Let me try something?” As an extra incentive, Driver caressed Tam’s legs again.
Tam shivered. “What?”
Driver slipped off the couch to his knees, forcing Tam to sit up. “Has anyone ever sucked you off?”
Tam inhaled sharply and shook his head. “It was the other way around.”
“That’s what I thought.” With Tam’s history, he’d probably never had anyone give him pleasure without expectations. “Let me?”
“What if I freak out?” Tam bit his lip.
“Do you trust me?”
Like it took everything in him to admit, Tam nodded and that tiny gesture was the best gift Driver had ever gotten. Better, even, than the Harley Gramps had bought him for his seventeenth birthday, and that was saying something considering how much Driver cherished his baby.
“Lay back and just feel.” With ridiculously shaky hands, Driver unbuttoned Tam’s jeans.
He didn’t know why he was so nervous. This wasn’t the first dick he’d sucked and it wouldn’t be the last, but this was Tam.
Somehow that made all the difference.
The moment stretched out in front of Driver, weighted with importance and a significance he couldn’t name.
And even if the magnitude scared him, this was one thing he wasn’t running away from. Because, fuck if Tam wasn’t looking at him like he was a superhero decked out in a shiny red cape, able to conquer all the evil villains in the world and save the day. Driver’s chest expanded.
He wasn’t used to people looking at him like that. Like he wasn’t a disappointment.
Like he was good enough.
So yeah, his hands shook and when he pressed a chaste kiss to Tam’s bared waist he might have trembled a little, but he ignored it. He told himself now wasn’t the time to analyze his feelings. Now he had what he’d been wanting for days, ever since he’d looked up from the basement floor to see Tam’s big eyes staring at him in wonder. He wasn’t about to let this moment slip by because he was too busy thinking.
He’d take it slow. He’d make it good. No, better than good. This was going to be the best damn blow job he’d ever given. This was going to be the blow job that changed Tam’s life.
Whoa, that was a lot of pressure.
Good thing Driver lived for high stakes.
Tam lifted his hips allowing Driver to tug off the shorts he wore. Driver couldn’t stop the smile that stretched his cheeks because Tam wore the tiniest lace panties with little blue flowers. Driver fingered the edge, remembering the pair he still had in his possession.
“Where do you get these?” Because they weren’t women’s underwear. He’d seen enough to know the difference. These were cut to fit a male’s anatomy and to highlight a man’s best features. They were hot as fuck.
But the person wearing them was even hotter. Tam’s cock was hard beneath the lace. He was cut and thick and long enough that the head and part of the shaft peeked up from the waistband. The tiny scrap of fabric couldn’t keep Tam’s lust contained.
“Special order,” Tam breathed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes hooded.
Gorgeous. Driver’s heart kicked and he had to look away to regain his concentration. “I like them.” Just in case Tam was wondering. “You are so goddamn sexy.” Truth.
As if his words were a caress, Tam’s body rolled from shoulders to hips and his lips parted on a sigh.
“Driver,” he said on a gasp.
“Relax, precious, we’re just getting started. I’ve got you.” To prove it, he pressed a kiss to Tam’s sharp hip bone. He didn’t mean to tease, but he had a chance to look his fill, finally. He wasn’t about to waste it.
Tentatively, he pushed Tam’s T-shirt up. Driver had already seen Tam’s bare chest, but he wanted the whole picture. Tam got the message and quickly pulled the shirt over his head. Yes, perfect. He was laid out with his beautiful golden hair around his face like a halo. Even in the dim light Driver could clearly see the blush that stained his skin from cheeks to chest and the way his fingers kept flexing in midair as if he were desperate for something to hold on to.
Driver reached up and slid his hand into Tam’s. “Squeeze if you need to.” That simple contact seemed to ease some of Tam’s tension, and he sank lower into the cushions.
Satisfied, Driver nudged the soft lace with his nose, breathing in Tam’s musk. It was a sweet scent with subtle vanilla undertones and it made Driver’s mouth water. Tam’s cock bounced in the lace confines drawing Driver’s attention. He rubbed it with his free hand as gently as he could. Tam grunted at first contact, his hips rose off the couch and his fingers squeezed hard for a second before relaxing again. Driver waited, drawing on a well of patience he hadn’t thought he possessed. He wasn’t going to rush this. Even if it took all night. Even if he never got his mouth around Tam’s cock, he wasn’t going to push to the finish line because he needed to savor every second. It was utterly and completely necessary.