Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
That I be gentle? More firm? Go faster?
Or that I make good on my promise of going down on him?
I settled on my knees, getting comfortable for my task. His dick was thick and impossibly hard, and when I licked my lips to wet them, he throbbed inside my grasp. Fuck, it was hot.
Almost as hot as he was.
I ringed my fingers around his base and held him steady while I teased my indecent kiss like I was some kind of seductress. I dragged the soft tip of him across my lips, taunted him with a hint of tongue, and all the while I stared up at him with an evil smile.
He leaned against the wall for support and let out a loud sigh when I opened my mouth wider and slid down. Shit, he was big. I had to work my mouth side to side to take him deeper. When I caressed him with the flat of my tongue, I enjoyed the way the muscles in his powerful thighs tensed.
Oh, he liked this. He liked this a lot, even if he didn’t like the girl who was doing it to him.
Welcome to the club.
Colin’s breath went uneven when I began to move, pumping my mouth back and forth on him at a steady pace. It took no time for his dick to be coated with my saliva, or for my jaw to grow tired of being held open so wide, but I kept at it.
What would happen if I made him come? It wouldn’t be my fault, and it might make him look like he didn’t have good self-control. Plus, then it was likely I wouldn’t have to sleep with him.
A voice inside me protested loudly at that idea.
Damn it. I could tell myself I didn’t want him, but it would be a lie.
At least I didn’t need to make it easy on him. I moved my fist in time with my mouth, twisting my grip over his slippery skin as I sucked. My other hand coasted up his thigh, moving up to cradle his balls and massage.
My action pulled a heavy groan of satisfaction from Colin, and my gaze snapped up to watch him. He raked a hand through his disheveled brown hair, which showed off his toned bicep, and then he closed his eyes and tipped his head back. It hit the wall with a dull thud, and I wasn’t prepared for how fucking erotic he looked.
A muscle low in my belly clenched.
I squeezed against it, giving myself pleasure, and it swelled when he opened his eyes and looked down at me. At first his gaze was hazy and unfocused, but as he locked on to me, it sharpened and grew intense.
I slowed, frozen under his spell. The connection between us was suddenly so powerful, it was terrifying. It was just the two of us in that moment. No other people or cameras.
The world faded out.
So, when Scott’s voice came through our earpieces, we both flinched. “Can you hold her hair back?”
I backed off Colin and held still while he leaned forward and gently brushed his fingers across my cheekbones. His touch was . . . nice. And disorienting. He gathered up the strands of my hair, using both hands to hold it back in a loose ponytail. The problem was now his hands were at the back of my head, and he had the opportunity to steal control away from me.
The moment I welcomed him back in my mouth, he took over, sawing his dick in and out at the pace he wanted. I wasn’t fucking him—he was fucking me. I placed my hands on the center of his thighs to brace myself, fully expecting him to hammer away or push too deep.
But he didn’t.
He moved at an even, measured pace I could handle, and . . . it was sexy. The flex of his lower body as he advanced and retreated in a sensual rhythm was seriously hot. It made me want the jeans puddling around his calves gone. He should be as naked as I was.
Did he have the same thought? I’d just begun to pull at his jeans when he shifted, bringing his feet together. It allowed him to step out of his shoes, and then the curtain of my hair fell from his grasp as I was eased back. He bent and shoved everything off his legs until he was naked. His socks, jeans, boxers, and shoes were a pile he kicked away before refocusing on me.
This time, his hands weren’t as gentle when he scooped up my hair and fisted it behind my head. There was more force and urgency as he guided my face forward, urging me to fit my mouth around his hard, damp cock.
It felt wrong to like how he was kind of rough, but heat pooled inside me anyway. Lust had been a dull throb when we’d started, but now its pulsing was relentless. My need had become dire.