Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Just fine or super fine?”
“Perhaps you’d like to see for yourself.” I made a show of leaning back in my chair and slipping my left hand under the elastic of my gray sweatpants.
Derek’s gaze locked on to my abs before flitting to my eyes. “Keep going.”
I cast a faux-shocked glance his way. “Here? In front of the kitchen window? What if the neighbors see my dick? I’m shy.”
Der’s laughter moved through me, chasing any lingering worries away in an instant. “Shy? Yeah, right. Since when?”
“It’s a recent condition and it hits me at odd times.”
“Hmm. It didn’t hit you when I blew you in the bathroom at the airport last month,” he said, curling his fingers over my length through two layers of cotton.
“Oh, I was definitely on board for that.”
“Or that hand job in the forest in Mammoth or at the coffee shop at the bottom of the mountain.”
“True,” I agreed huskily as he stroked me.
“Which kind of makes me wonder if anyone has had sex in the bathroom at Bonne Terre.”
I pumped my hips upward into his palm. “Most assuredly.”
He yanked his hand away and furrowed his brow. “Really? Who?”
I snickered as I pulled my sweatpants over my ass, releasing my rock-hard cock with a thump against my lower abs. “Us. Remember?”
“Oh…yeah. But that was before the remodel.” He scooted his chair closer, then wrapped his fingers around my bare cock. “We’ll have to do it again.”
I nodded, lowering my eyelids to watch the sexy, slow slide of his hand. “Mmm…yes.”
Derek tightened his grip and twisted his wrist at each pass, dragging his thumb over my slit. He smeared precum over the wide mushroom head, staring at my cock as if mesmerized.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
I wanted to chide him for the abrupt topic change. Let’s be real here…Derek didn’t have to flatter me to get me in bed. Or to get me to take out the trash. He was my kryptonite. I’d do anything and everything within my power to make him happy. But the reverence in his tone stopped me. He’d put so much awe and emotion behind those five words. He wasn’t stroking my ego along with my dick. He was telling me that he loved me and that he couldn’t believe how damn amazing it felt to be together.
I wholeheartedly agreed.
But I was also…me. And I couldn’t resist yanking his chain.
“I grant you permission to suck my beautiful cock,” I rasped, tugging his hair meaningfully.
Derek snorted. “Wow, that’s nice of you, but you just told me you’re shy. And what would the neighbors say?”
“I doubt old Abe next door can see over that hedge, and his angle would be off, but if he can, I say we give him a good show. Take your jeans off. I want to see you jerk yourself while you suck me.”
Der’s eyes took on a smoky look I knew well. My man had gone from playful to interested to horny as fuck in seconds flat. And the fact that he didn’t hesitate to obey meant he was more than fine with me taking complete control. That was how we worked. We were versatile dudes who played alpha roles in real life. At home, we compromised.
We didn’t have any big discussions about whose turn it was to top, and we didn’t keep score. We were nuanced. We read body language and tone of voice like pros. Sometimes letting go and giving in to your partner’s commands felt like a kind of sexual therapy. And I had a feeling that was exactly what Derek was hoping for now.
He toed off his shoes, unbuckled and unzipped in a hurry, then shucked his jeans and boxer briefs down his long legs. He kneeled on the floor, pausing to pull my sweatpants off and toss them in the general direction of his discarded clothes. I gripped my cock at the base, tapped it against my stomach, and gave my balls a little love.
Derek splayed his hands on my open thighs and watched the show for a moment. But when I held my dick toward him, he dove in and swallowed me whole. I let go and gave him the reins, loving the sight of his beautiful blond head bobbing over my lap while he tugged at his cock. His fist moved in time to the steady rhythm he set, licking and sucking my length. He flicked his tongue over my balls, tracing the prominent vein along my shaft before circling the tip in a lazy, unhurried motion…as if he had all damn night. And just when I thought I’d lose my mind, he took me to the root and sucked me in a frenzy.
My low groans were mixed with incoherent praises that roughly translated to “Oh, fuck, that’s it, keep going, more, baby.” After a few minutes, he released me with a pop.