Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Aaah.” I moaned, right back on the edge, the pleasure of his touch mingling with painful urgency.
“Doing okay?” Holden kept right on stroking, coaxing more beads of precome from my cock and more moans from my throat.
“Dying.”
“That’s a yes then.” He grinned at me.
“You’re surprisingly evil.” Somehow, I managed to grin back, which made him laugh.
“I know. Isn’t it great?”
He resumed stroking me with one hand while the other roamed all over my body, from my bound wrists to my trembling thighs. Every pass of his sure grip nudged me closer to the edge without tipping me over. Seeking that last elusive push, I tested my bonds, letting the bite of the ropes ratchet me higher.
“Fuck. More. So. Close.”
“I have a theory…” Holden said conversationally.
“Is now really the time for science?” I snapped.
Ignoring my whiny tone, he continued, “If I get you super close and then switch to your nipples, at what point do you think you’d spontaneously blow?”
“Fifteen point three seconds.” That insubordination earned me a gust of warm breath across my aching nipples, which was far from the contact I craved. “Please. Holden. I really need to come. Now.”
“And I really need you to wait. You sure have a lot of orders for someone all tied up with nowhere to go.” Amazingly, his reasonable tone turned me on that much more. He made it so damn easy to give up control to him, making my only job pleasing him with my patience. He tugged lightly on my arm, making the restraints dig into my skin. The reminder he was in charge helped me to drift back to the pleasurable haze where the strokes of his hand mingled with the kisses from his mouth on my nipples. He sucked hard, finding a particularly sensitive spot, and it was all I could do not to shout.
“Please,” I begged, voice broken into jagged syllables of pure need.
“Come.” Apparently, he’d been waiting for that please because he immediately gave my nipple a firm flick and sped up his jacking of my cock. “Come for me, Cal.”
“I…” I opened my mouth to protest that I couldn’t possibly come on command, and then he used even tighter suction on the same nipple, grazing it with his teeth. Bang. Done deal. I came so hard my body bowed, pulling hard on the ropes, each spurt more intense than the last. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
Holden petted me through the last of my shudders, gentle touches that should have soothed me but instead inflamed one last glowing desire. I lunged toward him, then cursed the ropes. And my stitches, but I was careful not to wince where he could see.
“Fuck. Untie me so I can blow you,” I demanded, voice rough.
“That’s quite…” Holden gulped, making no move to loosen the ropes. “You don’t have to.”
“What? You’re seriously going to turn down the opportunity to shut my mouth for ten minutes?” I was joking, but I also needed to make him come with a ferocity I couldn’t begin to understand. Never before had I been this obsessed with another’s pleasure, especially after coming myself. Not that I was selfish, but this craving, the tingling in my mouth, the need churning in my gut, was new.
“Minutes is a wildly optimistic estimate given how turned on I am.” Holden gave a wry smile as he loosened my bonds, maddeningly starting with my feet, then cleaning up the come on my belly before undoing my hands and finally sitting back against the headboard.
“Fuck yes.” I was on him the second he got into position, and I wrenched open his fly. He wore a pair of black briefs, and I quickly bypassed that fly to draw out his dick. His cock was thick and ruddy, jutting out of a nest of hair, and I’d never wanted something in my mouth so badly. I’d had a few dark-and-dirty fumbling experiences with oral, enough to know I liked it, but nothing in the past had prepared me for Holden, for what desire was truly like when I craved his taste and his pleasure like a shot of a narcotic.
I knew exactly how I wanted this to go, and my confidence that Holden would indulge me was another hit of intoxication. Stretching my hands, I grabbed his wrists. “Hold my hands. Go as hard as you want. I can take it.”
“Don’t want to hurt…” Holden trailed off on a broken moan as I took him deep without absolutely no warm-up, just sank my mouth down on his delicious girth. Heck, I even surprised myself with my grace and ease. Holden clutched hard at my hands. Apparently, my enthusiasm made up for my lack of practice. Emboldened, I went all the way to his base, letting my face nuzzle the slick fabric of his gray dress pants. Felt so damn good that I stayed down there a long while. “Oh my God, Cal. Do you even need an air tank for diving?”