Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I can’t believe I’m actually indulging in them right here, right now, mere hours after I ached to do this to him in the car.
Where do I even go next? I just want my mouth all over him. Everywhere.
I roam my lips down his neck, along his throat, across his chest. Tingles slide down my spine as I go lower, closer to that washboard I have definitely dreamed of.
His moans and sighs urge me on.
As I flick my tongue along the ladder of his abs he writhes under me, letting loose a sexy yes.
That makes me smile. But even as he breathes out hard, I still have to know if I’m doing this the way he wants.
I lift my face, swallow past the nerves, then ask, “Just tell me if you want something different, okay?”
Asher’s eyes are hazy already. “Just keep doing that,” he rasps out.
I take the man at his word.
And since he’s been so bluntly honest with me tonight, I ought to do the same. “I’ve never done anything more than kiss.”
His smile lights up my world. “But you want to?”
“So much,” I say.
“Good. Then don’t stop,” he says, then smirks before he finishes with, “Please don’t stop.”
Damn him. He’s making this so easy for me. He’s making me feel so good about telling him my secret wishes.
I return to my mission, traveling down his chest, kissing and licking, flicking my tongue along his annoyingly perfect abs. I half can’t believe I’m actually doing this. But I’m also keenly aware that I don’t want to fuck this up as I come face-to-face with both my greatest fear and my greatest fantasy.
I want to drive him wild, but I don’t know if I can. Only, it’s not in my nature to shoot for second best.
Just go for it, Banks.
I slide down between his legs, and I lick the crown of his cock, tasting a man for the first time in my life.
Oh, yes. This is better than first class. Hotter than a sexy red sports car.
Asher lets out a growl.
I take that as a keep going.
I draw him in deeper, and he tastes so good. Salty and musky, and like a validation—yes, you always knew you liked dudes. Now you are just getting the full proof.
And I want the full proof.
I try to relax my throat, and take more of him.
But . . . that’s a lot.
I gag slightly, then let go.
“You don’t have to take it all,” he says, his hand wrapping gently around the back of my head. “Trust me. It feels so fucking good, what you’re doing.”
I just nod since I don’t want to talk anymore.
I want to do. I want to know his body and know myself too. To understand if everything I fantasized about for the last several months is as good as I think it is.
I return to his cock, and go again, drawing him deep, as much as I can.
His hips jerk. His breath shudders. I relax my throat, and then I just . . . suck. And I focus on him.
His sounds.
His noises.
The curses and grunts.
I don’t try to lick long stripes up his shaft, or work him over with some wild new technique I researched online.
I just give it my all.
I slide my hands along his thighs, and do what I’d like, what I’d want.
He curls his fingers through my hair. “That’s so good, Banks. So fucking good,” he murmurs. Then he bucks his hips, like he can’t hold still.
Holy shit.
I’m making a naked Asher St. James lose his cool in the bedroom.
Another hand comes down and he holds me tightly, and this is not easy. I am definitely going to need a lot of practice. But I will sign up for all the classes, please and thank you.
I would like to master sucking a cock, because already, I’m an eager student at my novice level. And he seems a very willing teacher as he murmurs words of encouragement, like . . .
Yes.
More, yes, fucking more.
Don’t stop.
I don’t plan to.
18
THE BLOW JOB DEPARTMENT
ASHER
There is zero finesse in the Mark Banks blow job department and I don’t care. He’s sucking with absolute enthusiasm, like he wants to blow my mind.
And it’s working. Electricity crackles in my body, lust sizzling up and down my spine.
With my fingers roped tight in his hair, I want to fuck his mouth, but I’ll save that for another time.
If there’s another time.
I’ve no idea where this is going except to my favorite place right now.
With his lush lips stretched around my shaft, he sucks me like he’s all in. I’m going to give him a medal for determination and for making me feel like a king.
That’s what he does with those lips and that tongue and that intensity. My balls tighten. “Fair warning. I’m going to come really soon,” I murmur. “So if you want to stop . . .”