Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He sounded worried but his dick was growing against Solomon’s hand, begging for more. He likes this.
It made him feel bold. A little wild.
“Did you really reserve a hotel room just to fuck my ass?” Solomon unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer, pressing his lips Hugo’s neck and licking the lobe of his ear. “You must really want it.”
“Do you want me to crash my sister’s van? Keep doing that. See what happens.”
“I’ve seen you drive under more pressure than this.” Solomon opened the top button of Hugo’s jeans. “But it you’re worried, you could always pull over and let me suck you off. It’s been too long since I’ve had you in my mouth. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Jesus. We can’t. A black man getting blown in a pink van is not something people see every day, and they will call it in. I’m not going to be the reason the former police chief is arrested for lewd conduct and indecent exposure. There’s the exit. We can wait a few more minutes.”
You might be able to, but I can’t
“Fine, don’t pull over,” Solomon growled. “Pay attention to the road.”
“Fuck!” Hugo shouted again as Solomon pulled out his erection and lowered his head, opening his lips over the hard, hot flesh he’d been dying for, savoring the taste.
Missed this. Missed you. He never thought he’d have him like this again.
Never thought he’d have the nerve to do this in broad daylight.
It felt good being bad.
Hugo gripped a handful of his hair, clutching him closer while driving one-handed. “This is—shit—this isn’t safe. You know that. You wanted it so much you couldn’t wait a few more minutes?”
Solomon moaned in agreement. No more waiting. Never again.
“God, I should stop you before you get us in trouble, but your mouth feels too good.” His long, low moan made Solomon shiver. “I always knew you had an oral fixation, but I didn’t know it was this bad. Did you think about it when we weren’t together? How much you loved sucking my cock? I did. Almost as much as I thought about fucking you. I can’t even count the number of times I got myself off remembering you on your knees.”
Fingers tightened in his hair, the sensation almost painful as he started to guide him up and down his shaft. Yes. “I know you remember all those times you found a way to get me alone because you couldn’t wait for another taste. The bachelor party. The night I lost control and fucked your mouth just a little too hard and you loved it so much you came in your pants.”
Solomon moaned again, his hips pumping against the seat to ease his aching erection as he sucked harder, wanting Hugo to lose control again.
“No coming for you, Younger. You need to wait until I get you in that hotel room.”
Fuck.
“Almost there. Damn, I can’t wait to get you behind closed doors. You aren’t the only one with cravings, Younger. My mouth is watering just thinking about your sweet, Irish ass. I want to eat it. Spend hours making a meal of it while you squirm and beg.”
The van slowed and made a left turn, and he knew they were almost at the hotel.
Solomon sucked harder in response and Hugo swore.
He pulled over, the van idling while he dropped his other hand to Solomon’s head, hips bucking as he reached for his release.
“You need to finish, baby?” he rasped. “Well so do I, so take it from me. Make me come, Younger. Yes.”
The salty taste of him filled his mouth and he swallowed greedily, loving the sound of his name on Hugo’s lips. He was trembling with arousal and adrenaline. He’d made Hugo come in public. Made him lose control and loved every minute of it.
He would do it again. Every day, if Hugo let him.
Make him want more.
He could only hope Bellamy’s advice worked on Hugo, because it was already doing a number on him.
He definitely wanted more.
***
It was a strange experience, getting a hotel room for sex. At least it wasn’t one of those seedy roach-infested motels that charged by the hour. Still the older woman signing Hugo in and preparing his key card had a look of censure on her face, her mouth pursed as if she’d spent the morning sucking the shit out of a lemon.
The last time Hugo had sex in a nice, family friendly hotel was never. High school prom, he and his friends had all pitched in for a year to splurge on a lakeside cabin for the weekend. People slept on the floor and snuck off to have sex in the woods, and there was no hotel manager or complaining guests to put a hold on their fun.
That was also the weekend he’d lost his virginity to his first serious boyfriend. He’d thought he was in love. That he understood what desire was. He’d enjoyed the experience—if not the breakup that happened by the time the weekend was over—but now he knew he’d had no idea what it meant to want.