Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
His abs contracted and stretched as his hips moved to a slow, relentless beat only he could hear. Meanwhile, my own heart pounded frantically, shuttling all of my blood south, and I was so busy watching the play of his muscles as he caressed his own chest that I forgot to take off my damned clothes.
“Pants off, Prince,” he reminded me with a smirk. “You do you, me do me, remember?”
Right. Shit. I had one job.
I attempted to yank down my pants but forgot I hadn’t unbuttoned them. When I remembered, I found the mechanics of unbuttoning way too complex for my trembling fingers. I ended up with my pants around my hips, trapped in a pathetic heap of desperation on the pristine bedding, my eyes still glued to Bash’s hypnotic movements.
“I… I think I changed my mind,” I panted. “You should do me.”
Bash laughed, and without missing a beat, he shucked the rest of his clothing. He yanked me to the edge of the bed and got my pants and underwear off in one smooth movement.
“You’re so good at unbuttoning,” I said reverently.
Bash laughed again and pushed me back on the crisp duvet, then climbed on the bed, holding himself directly over me like he was performing the world’s sexiest push-up. “Jesus. I swear, I’ve laughed more in the past twenty-four hours than I have in… months. Who knew laughter was so damn sexy?” He leaned forward and kissed me, pressing the entire hot length of his body against mine.
My brain was overloaded, overwhelmed by sensation. I tried to focus on all that was happening—every single place our skin touched, every tiny, growly sound that emerged from his throat, the perfect taste and texture of his tongue as it tangled with mine. There was no room in my mind for the niggling thoughts and worries that kept trying to surface—like Crap, has there been a horrible mistake? Surely a guy like Bash cannot be fucking Linden, Indiana’s shortest and least remarkable gay man on purpose.—so I let my doubts go and focused on the opportunity right… on top of me.
Bash’s warmth covered me from head to toe, and my hands couldn’t get enough of him. They roamed over his back and shoulders hungrily while my lips mapped his throat and chest. He sucked on my earlobe and tugged it between his teeth while his hard cock dug into my upper thigh.
It was so much sensory input I realized I was making whimpering noises while trying to take it all in. But one thought emerged insistently: I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to feel its weight on my tongue and see his face when I sucked on the tip.
“Suck you,” I gasped, falling back into the brain-dead one-syllable words from earlier.
Bash seemed to be totally on board with this. He flipped us over so that he was lying on his back while I was draped on top of him like a blanket. As delightful as it was to have him as my personal mattress, his erection pushing insistently against my leg reminded me of my quest, and I quickly moved down to kneel between his thighs and surveyed the terrain.
God, that was some good terrain. The best.
My new favorite kind of terrain, if I had to select one.
I glanced up at him and wondered how I could obsess over his package without seeming creepy. The look on Bash’s face was intense enough to zap me right in the chest.
“Good enough?” he asked in a rough voice.
“It’ll do,” I said, sounding not at all cool.
I leaned closer and breathed him in, closing my eyes in pleasure and relief. He smelled so good, felt so good, and was about to taste amazing.
“You’re driving me batshit,” Bash gritted out. “Christ, Rowe.”
“Am I?”
My breath against his skin made his dick jump in a very satisfying way. Well, satisfying for me, at least. Bash let out a frustrated groan and shifted his head on the pillow.
His big hand reached down to thread into my curls, tugging gently, but the words he spoke were not gentle at all. “If you don’t put your hand or your mouth on me in the next five seconds, I’m going to have to find someone who will.”
Bash’s deep rumble made me light-headed, even as his words made me want to laugh out loud.
I leaned in and ran the tip of my tongue over the soft warmth of his cockhead. My eyes were still locked on his, and it took me a second to notice he’d started running his fingers through my hair, carding them over my scalp. Goose bumps prickled on my skin.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured.
I felt the truth and conviction of his words deep in my gut. This wasn’t some kind of joke or payback or even simple convenience. He was really here for me, with me. He wanted me.