Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Arms up,” he said as he stopped Tate before he climbed on the bed.
His man smirked as he raised his arms above his head.
“Mmm.” Liam made a show of running his hands all over Tate’s torso as he lifted the shirt, revealing yards of tanned skin. “So many yummy muscles, all for me.” Tate had just enough ink to contribute to his gruff image but not so much that it overwhelmed his skin. He had a dragon on his left side, a tribal ring around his upper arm, and an ear of corn on the inside of his right bicep. Apparently, that one had been the result of a lost bet.
He pushed the shirt up and over Tate's head, then off his arms. Once he had the sexy man shirtless, he leaned in and licked those abs he’d just called yummy.
They tasted as good as advertised.
He licked and kissed upward, pausing to drag his tongue over Tate’s nipple. The man hissed and gripped the back of his head, holding him in place. “Oh, you’re a fan?”
“Fuck. That feels better than I thought it would. Do it again.”
“Gladly.” He scraped his teeth over the nipple, then laved it with his tongue before moving to give the other the same treatment. Tate cursed and arched his back as though offering himself up to be devoured.
“Luxe…”
Liam straightened, bringing his mouth to Tate’s. He kissed his man for a few minutes before saying, “We’re going slow tonight, baby. You’re hurt, and I’d rather die than make anything worse.”
“I-I like that.” A light flush turned Tate’s cheeks a pale pink as Liam brought his lips to Tate’s neck.
“My mouth?”
Tate chuckled. “Yes, when it’s on me for sure but also what you said.” He shifted his gaze away.
“Oh.” Liam shot a sly smile at Tate. “You like it when I call you baby?”
Tate nodded, face serious, still not meeting Liam’s eyes.
“Well, then, baby,” he said as he gripped Tate’s chin in a light hold that forced his man to look at him. “Let's get your pants off so I can continue on my mission to drive you insane.”
Tate raised his hands, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Have at it, Luxe.”
Oh yes. Liam loved bottoming. If Tate had never wanted to try switching things up, Liam would have been more than happy. But this was icing on a decadent cake, and Liam was a huge fan of icing too.
He undid the button and zipper on Tate’s jeans, keeping their eyes locked, then pushed them over his trim hips. Once they hit the floor, he hooked his thumbs in Tate’s navy boxer briefs and worked them over his ass, making sure to get in a good squeeze on the way.
Tate’s cock sprang forward, hard, thick, and ready for some fun.
“You hard too?” Tate asked with a hint of tremor in his tone.
“Are you kidding me?” Laughing, Liam thrust his pelvis against Tate’s muscular thigh. He grit his teeth against the urge to shove Tate to the bed and ride that firm quadriceps right to completion. “I get hard when someone says your name, baby. Right now, I’m peeling your clothes off so I can fuck you. Hard doesn’t begin to describe how my poor cock is feeling.”
He winked, then dropped to his knees and went to work on Tate’s sneakers. Once untied, he helped Tate step out of them, as well as his pants and underwear. Instead of returning to a stand, he rose on his knees and wrapped his hand around the base of Tate’s impressive cock.
“Damn, you look so pretty down there on your knees.”
Yep, it was official. He’d give Tate anything he wanted to continue hearing the guy call him pretty.
“Yeah?” He rubbed the tip of Tate’s dick over his lips, smearing his precum like an erotic gloss.
Tate’s eyes darkened. He still had his hands behind his head like some kind of offered-up sacrifice. The way his biceps bulged made Liam want to rise to his feet and take a bite.
“Oh yeah, so damn pretty.”
“Thank you.” To reward Tate for the compliments, Liam tongued his slit.
“Fuck.” He jolted hard. “I need to sit before I fucking fall.”
Liam sucked hard on Tate’s tip, loving the way his man reacted to his mouth. “By all means,” he said after releasing Tate’s dick. “Actually, why don’t you lie on the bed? On your stomach.”
Uncertainty flashed in Tate’s eyes, and he swallowed hard but nodded before scooting onto the bed. “You’re not naked.”
“Ooops,” Liam said with a chuckle. “How about I fix that?”
Tate watched him disrobe with hungry eyes. Liam soaked up the attention as he removed his shirt, shoes, shorts, and the tiny pink briefs he’d worn that morning. He’d never grow tired of Tate’s eyes on him. Hell, if the man wanted a strip show every day, Liam would be happy to provide it. He was a natural-born performer, after all.