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)
Holden chuckled warmly. “I think I love you all demanding.”
Think I love you more. The thought entered my head, uninvited and also unmistakably true. I didn’t do poetry. Wasn’t prone to exaggeration. And I was damn glad Holden had limited my words, so all I could do was nod. “Yes.”
“Cal…” Holden’s face softened, voice going more tender, hand on my thigh turning into a soft caress.
I wouldn’t be able to withstand it if he finished the thought, so I made my voice deliberately bratty. “More.”
Holden exhaled, and if he was disappointed, he did a fair job covering his emotions as he took my cock deep again. I groaned, gratitude and pleasure mingling. Closing my eyes, I gave into the hypnotic rhythm, ceasing to worry about pesky feelings, whether or not I could climax, or how one-sided this was. All that fell away, replaced by whole-body relaxation, muscles turning warm and liquid.
And then, right when the pleasure turned sharper, more insistent, Holden released my cock only to start licking it with broad swipes, long delicious strokes of his tongue along my most sensitive spot.
“Holden,” I whined in a voice I hadn’t known I possessed, all needy and demanding. My hips ached with the urge to rock, arms and thighs burning from holding the position. “Want to move.”
“Nuh-uh. You have a safe word if you need it.” He blew a warm breath against my cock. “You stay in one place and let me drive.”
Drive he did, resuming a slow but deadly deep rhythm of sucking until I was right on the edge before pulling back to lick until I was damn near incoherent. Climax went from elusive to all I could fucking think about.
“Want to come.”
“You’re awfully talky,” he said conversationally. “What did I say about that?”
“Sor—fuck.” I started to apologize but ended up cursing as he sank all the way down to my root, hands spreading my jeans so his lips brushed my patch of hair, fingers pressing against my heated flesh.
“That’s it. Let go, Cal.” He pulled back to urge me on, moving his hands to his hips, pinning me further in place. “Let me make you fly.”
“Yes.” The pressure of his hands was going to do it, the reminder that I was at his mercy and all I could do was accept the pleasure he was pushing on me. No worries about anything, simply existing in this moment where tension kept spiraling higher and higher. “Yes. Close.”
“Mmmm.” Holden hummed his approval, and that did it for real, the warm vibrations against my shaft pulling my climax loose. My entire body convulsed with shudders, but I managed to keep the position, earning me more murmured praise from Holden. He swallowed and swallowed, drinking me down. Staying still intensified the orgasm, made me more aware of every sensation, the sweet agony.
God, I loved it, and as the waves receded, all I wanted was to give him a fraction of everything he brought to my life. I couldn’t give him the stability or structure, his quiet reassurance, all the things I’d never wanted but needed so damn much, but I sure as hell could make him come.
“Now can I move?” I begged. “Wanna get you off.”
“That was a treat for you.” Releasing my hips, he held up his hands. “Not a quid pro quo obligation.”
“Stop talking sexy legal terms and tell me how you wanna get off because if you want to treat me, you’ll gift wrap your come for me in all that toppy dirty talk you love so much.”
“Well, when you put it that way…” Chuckling, he tugged me into his lap in the oversized office chair. “Come here.”
“We’re gonna break your chair.” Intending to kneel in front of him, I wiggled around, but Holden held me tighter until I gave up and slumped against his shoulder.
“We are not.” He undid his fly, then took my right hand in his, licking my palm in a tease so sexy my spent cock twitched. “Give me your hand.”
“Boss man.” I laughed as I let him direct me to grip his thick cock, keeping his hand on top of mine, guiding my motions. “You would have made a good officer.”
“Uh-huh.” Rolling his eyes at me, he leaned slightly back in the chair, looking that much more like an entitled sultan, a vibe I was totally digging. “Only orders I want to give are for your benefit though.”
“I know.” I made the mistake of meeting his gaze, which had gone soft and warm again, with so much affection there my breath caught.
“Cal—” he started again, but this time I shut him up with a blistering kiss. I tasted myself on his lips, earthy and sexy as hell, and almost enough to get me ready to go again. How did I ever think I could live without kissing? How had I gone so long without this connection? And how was I supposed to live without it? I kissed him harder, more urgently, putting every bit of my uncertain and cresting emotions into my mouth until we were both gasping.