Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 76736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I don't know what world I'm in where I'm the one trying to undress one of them, but it was my suggestion, right? And he did save me, so this makes sense, right?
The button gives and I get the zipper down. The soaked denim is stuck to him, and I can't get it to move until he takes a brief step back and does it for me. When both his pants and boxer briefs drop, all that's left is him. Him, and a thick cock that's pointing right at the ceiling, from between a pair of thighs that could support a skyscraper. Seeing him naked gives me a whole new appreciation for his size and how even his muscles seem to have muscles.
And that's how long I get before he draws me back against him. This time his cock is bare and pressed against me. It's the first one I've ever been skin to skin with, and I have to explore. I wrap my hand around it, or as far as I get, at least. It pulses under my fingers like it has a life of its own, and a tiny drop of liquid has seeped from the tip. When I touch my thumb to it, it's slippery. Hero groans at my touch, so I must be doing something right.
“Fuck,” he says suddenly, and bends so he can yank my boxers down. Suddenly I'm as naked as him, and even though I pretty much was already, there's something about it being complete that has my breathing speeding. “I've fucking wanted you since we stole you away.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing my throat while his hands explore me.
“No, you didn't. I'm a Hawthorne,” I respond in a heated whisper, while I stroke his shaft with both hands. I've never done this, so I hope it feels good to him, but he's not stopping me at least.
He chuckles into my neck, the vibrations rocking me all the way down into my overheating core. “I wanted you since then. I just didn't like you yet.” Then he grabs my ass with both hands and lifts me right up into the air so suddenly, I squeak. You'd think I was made of styrofoam with the ease that he handles me. I have to let go of his cock since I can't reach.
“I was getting tired of bending over.” His grin is boyish, almost mischievous like I would've expected from Wild Child. He moves a step forward, pressing my back into the shower wall. The cold of it has me drawing a sharp breath, but I'm boiling over by now. I don't notice for more than a moment.
Oh God, is this it? When he holds me up like this, putting himself between my legs, he only has to lower me a little if he wants to deflower me up against the wall. Is this how I want it to go? Do I have a choice?
I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself. But instead he surprises me by lifting me even higher. “I've got to fucking taste you. Put your thighs on my shoulders and lean back.”
Holy.
Shit.
It's a good thing the old warehouse come clubhouse has high ceilings, and that I've never had too much of a problem with heights. He maneuvers me right up until I'm basically sitting on his face, my legs hooked over his shoulders and my back resting against the shower wall. His big hands are under my ass for support and all I can really do is ride this out.
And when his wide tongue finds its way into my folds, I realize I'm totally on board with that. He doesn't have Wild Child's fancy stud, but I swear he’s at least twice as wide. Every swipe, which ends in a flick over my clit, seems to touch all of me at once. He parts me with it, over and over, and it's a full pussy massage. The curls of his thick beard tickle the insides of my thighs. Who would've thought the same action performed by two different people could be so different.
What about King? How does he do it?
Oh my God. I'm already doing some questionable things here by hopping so quickly from Wild Child to Hero, and now I'm thinking about King too? I mean, it's not like I've committed to anyone, but maybe it's best if Wild Child never finds out what happens in here.
Then again, Janey's comment about them all at once is still surprisingly fresh in my mind.
Another tongue swipe chases away all the stupid, distracting thoughts I'm having, and I'm left moaning and pressing myself into him, grabbing onto the top of the shower separator wall to steady myself. He's making me forget everything about other sexy bikers, about tear gas and hostage taking, and even that I'm more than six feet up in the air while he eats me out like a pro.