Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
His hand slid down my back again, hot and heavy on my skin. He kept right on kissing me, even as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of my pants. It should have freaked me out to feel his hand so intimately pressed to me, but all it did was make me want more.
“Want you so bad,” he breathed against my mouth.
I nodded, because I was panting too hard to actually speak. God, we’d barely done anything and I felt like I was going to come in my pants.
Vincent’s weight pressed me back down into the grass and then he was sliding his lips down my body. I kept my hands on his shoulders, more to ground myself than anything else, as he worked his way down my chest, then my abdomen. His mouth was setting me on fire where he touched me. When he finally reached the button of my jeans, I held my breath. But instead of opening my pants, he began palming my cock through the fabric.
“Jesus,” I whispered, and then I was covering my eyes with my hands because it just felt so damn good. I tried to think of anything else besides how badly I needed to come, but when Vincent called my name, all other thoughts disappeared and I dropped my hands so I could look at him.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.
I would obey the order even if it killed me. It wasn’t like I could have looked away, anyway. His dark eyes were so heavy with hunger that they were pulling me in, drowning me in their depths.
I did as Vincent said as he worked my pants open. I barely managed to keep my eyes on his when his big hand closed around my aching cock. I wanted to look down to see him holding me, but I was trapped in his gaze. So it was his eyes I followed down as he lowered his head. He didn’t even break the connection when his mouth reached my dick, which he was still stroking with one hand.
I knew what he was going to do. I knew it and I wanted it and I was fucking terrified. I knew it wouldn’t be like that night when Jennifer had taken me into her mouth in a last-ditch effort to get me in the mood. No, this time I was terrified because if he touched me with that sinful mouth, I’d blow.
“I won’t last,” I croaked when I felt his warm breath skitter over my crown.
“You don’t need to,” Vincent whispered. “Just feel, Nate.”
I cried out when he ran the flat of his tongue over my crown and I fisted my fingers in the grass. Sensation rocketed throughout my entire body. “Please!” I shouted.
I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. His tongue on more of me, his mouth…I just knew it wasn’t enough. Pleasure crawled up my spine as he licked up the length of my shaft and then across the head again, but when his mouth closed over my dick, I was a goner. I shouted as my orgasm ripped into me, violent and unforgiving. Vincent sucked hard on me as I fed him my release. The added pressure had me bucking up into his mouth as I grabbed hold of his head to hold him in place as I ruthlessly fucked the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. The climax seemed to go on forever before I felt my muscles unlock and I sank back into the grass. I was dimly aware of Vincent’s mouth releasing me with a pop, but I couldn’t find the energy to look down. He climbed up my body, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even raise my arms so that I could touch him.
I opened my mouth to tell him I was sorry for my lack of control, but then his tongue was there and something else…something warm and salty and bitter. It was just a few drops, but I knew what it was.
It should have revolted me. I’d had blow jobs from exactly two women in my life and neither had kissed me afterwards. So the taste of myself was foreign and strange and very unexpected. But I didn’t pull away, and I didn’t feel disgusted. What I felt was unbelievable, considering what I’d just been through.
Desire.
Fast and hot.
And no, my body hadn’t completely caught up yet, but I could already feel my dick stirring as Vincent kissed me, his sweetness mixed with the tang of my release. I somehow found the energy to return the kiss. He took his time kissing me and then he was exploring my neck again. Then every other part of my body. And all the while I could feel his hardness pressing against me.
But not once did I feel like he just wanted to turn me over and shove into me. I didn’t know what to make of that. I’d expected fucking...or at the very least, sex. They were the only terms I could think of to describe the act of getting off with another person. I’d thought that was all Vincent had wanted, even if I’d secretly hoped it would be more. But how could I call what he was doing to me sex? It was so much more.