Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I nod. “Not today though.” It’ll have to happen during another hotel stop. I already told him that I’m not bottoming on the bus. I want more privacy to prepare. He agreed.
Right now, I’m way too fucking impatient to be teased for another hour or two. I push him to his side, and I turn on mine to face him. Our mouths meet again and again, bodies grinding. Hands seizing each other, escalating an intense friction.
Then I shift on top, and his muscular legs break apart on either side of my frame. I use lube and tease open his hole with a finger.
He mutters a pleasured curse, and after another deep kiss, I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you.”
He seizes the back of my neck, his hot gaze narrowed into me. “Good, fuck me.”
I find a condom and rip it open. He grips my bare ass while I sheath my length and lube up. I like most positions, but mainly doggy-style. So does he, but every now and then, we’ll do missionary. Like now. Mostly because it’s easier to look at each other.
Achingly fucking slow, I push my erection into him.
“Fuck,” he breathes. His hand tightens on my neck, lips parted, and he strokes his length once, twice.
I rock forward, the pressure and tightness out of this fucking world. I thrust in a hypnotic tempo, in, out. In, out. Deeper.
Deeper.
Our mouths meet, making out roughly, aggressively. The heady sensations flick my nerves. Sweat coats our skin.
He breaks a kiss and grits down. Containing a moan that rumbles his throat. “Fuck,” he barely gets out.
I throb inside of him, fuck yes, and I arch deeper, our chests pushed together.
“Fuck, Maximoff,” he curses, mouth broken completely apart. He rakes his fingers down my back, and he clutches my ass in the strongest grip and bucks his hips. It drives my cock deeper into him. Practically fucking me.
God.
My eyes almost roll. Nearing a peak.
Hot skin against hot skin, I quicken my pace. Harder, faster—I clasp his face. My ass flexes beneath his palm. He holds me just as strongly. Like he’s two seconds from riding me and finishing the job.
JesusChristfuck. I rub his erection, timing my thrusts with my hand. One more hungry kiss later, I drive so fast and deep that we’re white-knuckling each other to hang on.
I’m blown to fragments, and he comes in my palm. Breathing heavily, I milk my climax. Slowly, slowly descending with him.
14
MAXIMOFF HALE
“Hey, everyone. It’s morning here in Cleveland.” I hoist my phone, camera pointed at my face for an Instagram Live video. Janie films twice as many live videos as me, but I thought I should do one before the event. I smash a couple pillows against the headboard.
I’m buck-ass naked, but I stay beneath the champagne comforter. Plus, my abs are barely in frame.
I slouch on the pillow mound. More comfortable. “My cousins and I are pumped to meet some fans today at the meet-and-greet,” I tell the viewers, “and we can’t thank you all enough for buying tickets. We sold out of today’s FanCon within thirty minutes. You all are amazing. Seriously, this is going to help a lot of people.”
I was on the phone with the H.M.C. Philanthropies board this morning, and we all agreed to allocate the money raised to our College Merit programs and LGBTQ+ initiatives.
I yawn into my bicep. “Someone have any hot tea?” I smile tiredly at the viewers. Then I glance at the hotel door, but Farrow hasn’t returned. He left about an hour ago.
Hearts flutter nonstop on the right side of the Instagram Live video. Comments scroll fast, new ones pushing old out of view. 94.4k viewers and counting.
I catch a few comments:
I’ll give you tea in bed!!!
wait for me, boo <3
What kind of tea??????
DID YOU GET IN A FIGHT?!
I purposefully didn’t put on sunglasses. Bruises are in full black-and-blue glory under my eyes.
“Earl Grey tea,” I say and brush a hand through my disheveled hair. “Or green tea. I’m not that picky.”
WHAT HAPPENED?!
Are you okay? omg maximoff!!
“So some of you already noticed my face. I didn’t get into a fight. Shocker.” I lick my dry lips. “It was a total fluke accident. Got elbowed in the nose on the tour bus.”
Get better soon!!
Be safe OMG
I love u Maximoff
I wanna be those sheets so bad
“Love you all too,” I say with another sleepy smile. I prefer being open. And while I like privacy in my relationship and sex life—I’m more used to being public in every other area. Keeping up some charades isn’t worth the headache and trouble.
And telling the truth on an Instagram Live is better than a tabloid creating an elaborate fake story off a paparazzi photo.
Where’s the next tour stop?!
“We haven’t revealed where we’ll be next, but keep checking the FanCon website for updates. We could be in your city soon…” I trail off as the hotel door clicks and Farrow waltzes inside. Carrying a Wendy’s bag in one hand and a cardboard tray with two drinks in the other.