Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
As I spoke, Parrish’s eyes widened and his lips parted. They were already swollen and pink from our kissing.
“Like what?” he whispered.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Like things you’re not ready for, baby. Things we’re not ready for.”
“What… um…” He cleared his throat. “What are we ready for?”
I moved back up to kiss his mouth because it had been too many seconds since I’d tasted his mouth. “What do you want, sweetheart? What will make you feel good?”
He looked surprised by my question, as if no one had ever asked him what he liked in bed. I hoped like hell that wasn’t true.
He scraped his bottom teeth along his upper lip while he thought. This time, I was able to rescue the poor lip with a kiss.
Parrish pushed me away with a laugh. “I was trying to think!”
“You were thinking too sexily,” I growled before leaning back in and nipping the edge of his jaw. “Think faster.”
Pink splotches appeared on his cheeks. “Um, I’ve been wanting to suck you off. Can I… can I do that?”
Now it was my turn to bite back a smile. “No, baby. I’m afraid I don’t like oral sex. Pick again.”
His forehead crinkled in confusion. “Really?”
I leaned in to kiss him again. “No. Not really.” I sat back on my knees and began yanking off his shoes and socks. “Let me get you out of these clothes first, though. I want all the eye candy while you’re sucking me off.”
He looked down at his clothes that were all askew. “Maybe it’s better if I keep them on though. I’m…” He glanced at me, my biceps, and then my thighs before glancing back up at me. “I’m kind of skinny and pale.”
Instead of arguing with him, I nodded. “Skinny and pale is my favorite.”
“No, but—”
I cut him off. “Do you want to keep your clothes on for you or for me?”
“I don’t understand.”
I shot him a knowing smile. “If you were alone in here and you were going to jack off in my bed, would you keep your clothes on or would you strip naked?”
“I would never… do that in your bed.”
I stopped and met his eyes so he would hear what I said. “I would give anything to walk in on you touching yourself in my bed. And it would be a thousand times better if you were completely bare.”
His breath stuttered. “N-naked, then.”
While I busied myself undressing him, he reached out and touched me, tentatively at first. His fingers ghosted over the hair on my arm, passed across one of my pecs, and skimmed across my shoulders to the back of my neck and into my hair.
I pulled off his shirt, unfastened his belt, and reached for the button on his pants. His hard cock pressed obscenely against the material, making my mouth water. I wondered how he’d feel if I sucked him off first.
When I peeled his pants open, I noticed hot pink briefs with a darker pink spot centered over the tip of his dick. A growling noise came out of me when I noticed the wet patch of precum on his sexy underwear. I yanked down the pants and buried my face in the front of his briefs to inhale the scent of him.
“Ah, fuck,” I groaned. “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait.” I fished him out and sucked his fat crown into my mouth, using my tongue to explore him.
He let out a yelp and yanked on my hair as he jerked in surprise. “Oh! Oh, but that… I was… oh please don’t stop.”
I sucked him down and teased him, yanking his underwear off without taking my mouth off him for a second. His slim, muscle-curved legs jerked as I tried my best to make him lose his mind. I kept my eyes on him while I reached up to roll his nuts in my hand and stroke the spot behind his sac with one of my fingers. I wanted to touch his hole, to finger him and rim him until he was babbling incoherently the way I knew he would. But I didn’t want to scare him off, and part of me felt like that was a real possibility with Parrish.
He’d been keeping himself a little closed off from me in a way that made me wonder who or what had caused him to put up those walls. Every time I’d tried to ask him about relationships or even kids, he closed up like a stubborn clam and merrily changed the subject, so I’d held back, even though I’d wanted him under me days ago. It wasn’t until Parrish had said what he’d said to Terry that I realized things might be getting a little real for him too, and now there’d be no holding back.
I wanted his walls down. I wanted them down so badly, I was willing to scale them brick by brick and dismantle them by hand if he’d let me. But I had to be sneaky about it. If I came on too strong, I had a feeling I’d see a Parrish-shaped hole in the side of the house and a little puff of smoke in his wake.