Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Yes. Yes, please. I… Let me come.”
“No.” I rode him hard again. Sweat was running down his face and his chest. He barely seemed able to breathe.
17
Julian
I’d never felt anything as incredible as being buried in Lance, fucking him while having no control, having him hold me down and ordering me not to come. I was so hard I thought I might lose my mind. His ass was tight and delicious, and being bare inside him was heaven. I hadn’t known how good that would feel. I’d never even considered it with anybody else, but I trusted him. I was probably an idiot to do so, but I was going to be a satisfied one.
Lance’s breath was almost as ragged as mine now. His sweat dripped onto my abdomen, and he looked painfully hard. I tried to reach for his cock again, but I couldn’t free myself from his hold. “I want to touch you. I want to make you come. I want to feel your cum on me.”
He groaned, the sound loud and rough like I’d pulled it from deep inside him. I liked that while he might be controlling this, I wasn’t powerless. I was affecting him just like he was affecting me.
He let go of my right hand. “Do it.”
I gripped his cock, working him hard. Watching him.
“Come in me,” he ordered. “I want to feel it dripping out of me. I want it to burn inside.”
“Oh God.”
I was right there. He kept riding me as I jerked him off.
“Close. So close.” Heat seared through me, a flash of light that seemed to blind me. I drove my hips up as hard as I could and let go, pumping my release into him.
Seconds later, I felt the hot splash of his cum on my body, again and again, a seemingly impossible amount poured from him. My dick pulsed one more time, and tension fled my body. I sank deep into the mattress while also feeling like I was floating. Nothing existed but a white fog around me.
“Julian? Julian!”
I heard a voice calling me, but it seemed far away. It was easier to stay in the dreamland I was inhabiting and bask.
“Julian!” The command was too strong to ignore. I opened my eyes and blinked up at Lance. He was hanging over me, worry on his face.
“Are you all right?”
I nodded. “Perfect. Lovely.”
He grinned. “I’ve never fucked a man unconscious before.”
“Really? I figured you did it every time.”
“Not everyone gets the full experience like you. Sometimes quick and dirty is good enough.”
“Sometimes it would be for me.”
He laughed. “Not often. This is what you need.”
“How did you know?”
“I suspected it from the moment I met you, but after tonight, I had no question. The way you reacted… It was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I never thought anything could feel that good.” I knew I was revealing too much, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“You had been with someone before, right? I mean, I thought…”
I nodded. “Yes, but it was like plain oatmeal, and this was dinner at a five-star restaurant.”
Lance’s smile widened. “I aim to please.”
Before I could think of what to say next, he rose off me. “Stay there. I’ll get something to clean you up.”
I was more aware of my surroundings by the time he came back. As I started to come back to myself, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. The reality of my situation was nowhere near as pleasant as my orgasm stupor.
I closed my eyes while Lance cleaned me up, letting him take care of me. I couldn’t believe I was able to keep from grabbing the washcloth and insisting on doing it myself, but I’d already given so much. I might as well let him take care of me.
Once he was done, Lance disappeared into the en suite bathroom again, but he returned quickly, lay down beside me, and pulled a blanket over us. I turned to my side so he could spoon me.
“Rest,” he ordered as he kissed the back of my neck.
I tried. I really did, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t slow down. I couldn’t stop pondering what all this meant. There were so many questions I needed answers to like why the stolen necklace was in the library? Why had Lance only expected to find some clues? Who were these people that even Lance was afraid of, and how the hell was I going to be able to go back to work without being in danger?
Lance was keeping so much from me. He might be great in bed, but he was a criminal, probably a killer. The Theriots were a powerful family, and some of the rumors about them gave me chills.
Lance was still, and his breathing was steady, but I didn’t think he’d fallen asleep either. After several minutes of my mind spinning through all manner of scary scenarios, I turned over and faced him. “I can’t sleep.”