Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Heart pounding, it’s all I can do to nod.
“You good with this?” he asks, his lips against my cheek as his hand slides into my hair at the nape of my neck.
I clamp down on my bottom lip, nodding again.
“Good. Because I need to fuck you now.”
I roll my hips in response, sliding up and down his length. His hand on my lower back forces me closer, making it feel deeper than I thought possible. His hands move to grasp my hips, lifting, before slamming me back down onto him. I cry out, mouth falling open, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and devour my mouth. He swallows my moans as he fucks up into me, and all I can do is cling to him and try to survive. His skin is damp with sweat as I kiss him back, our bodies grinding against each other, my hands clawing at the back of his neck. I feel my orgasm building, desperately chasing it as he breaks our kiss to look down between us. He leans back, eyes zeroing in on where we’re joined as he effortlessly lifts me up and down his length.
“Look at how well you take me,” he says, staring, mesmerized. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, abs flexing with each movement, the veins in his neck more pronounced than usual.
“It feels so good,” I say, closing my eyes, chin tipping toward the ceiling. I feel him shift again, and then his hot mouth is around my nipple sucking hard. “Oh God!”
“I can feel you squeezing me,” he says before giving the other side the same attention.
Suddenly, it’s all too much. My muscles tighten as the pressure builds, and I start to ride him hard and fast as he sucks on my nipples.
“Holden—” My legs no longer have enough strength left in them, but he takes over, pumping into me as I come. I think I scream, but I’m too far gone to know for sure as I contract around him, over and over. He follows me over the edge, his face in my neck as he fucks me through my orgasm, then suddenly, I’m being lifted off him, and I feel his cum paint my stomach and chest.
Cheeks burning, I look down between us, seeing his still-hard cock and the evidence left on my skin. Holden’s eyes are glued to the same spot, chest heaving.
“This might be the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
I take us both by surprise when I let out a laugh. Holden smiles, lifting me by my waist and tossing me onto the bed.
“Stay there,” he instructs. He stands, giving me a glimpse of his ass as he pulls his sweats up on his way out the door. He returns a second later with a towel in hand, then straddles my thighs. I try to take the towel from him, but he snatches it back, holding it out of reach.
“A gentleman always cleans up his ji—”
I snatch the pillow next to me and whack him in the face with it.
He begins to clean himself off me with the wet corner of the towel. It’s warm against my skin, sending goosebumps across my flesh. He leans over me, his fist planted in the mattress beside my head before dipping down to swirl his tongue around my nipple. He takes it into his hot mouth, sucking gently before releasing it with a pop, then kisses the hardened tip, all while continuing to clean me up. His lips drag across my skin to the other side, giving it the same attention, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to stifle the ache between them because I already want more.
Fuck.
When he’s done, he rolls off me, taking the pillow I threw at him with him. I clear my throat, sitting up abruptly. I reach for my shirt on the floor, but Holden hooks his forearm around my waist, dragging me backward. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Shayne’s going to wonder where I am in the morning.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal. Now snuggle me and work your devil magic.”
“My devil magic?” I ask, turning to face him.
“Mhm. Something about you puts me into a coma. This is me testing a theory.”
I rear back to give him a dirty look. “Are you saying I’m boring?”
“You are so many things, Sweet Valentine,” he says, hand curling around the curve of my butt before gripping a handful, “but never boring. I promise you that. Now relax. I’m not holding you hostage. I’m just…holding you.”
My head is on his chest with his right arm underneath me, my bent arms between us with my hands balled into fists. I force my hands to relax, rolling my eyes. “I think this would qualify as both.”
He pulls the blanket over us before his left hand slides underneath it, hooking around the back of my knee, positioning me so my thigh is draped across his lower stomach. The arm underneath me reaches out to turn the lamp on his nightstand off, leaving only the dim light from the other room to filter through the opening. I’m still tense, not used to cuddling, especially when I’m completely naked with my best friend’s brother for all intents and purposes. But then I feel the tips of his fingers on my back, trailing up and down my spine. The tension leaks out of me little by little at his touch, lulling me into a false sense of comfort.