Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Asher blinked a few times. “Did you say Star Wars?”
“Yeah, I’m kind of a Star Wars geek. So what?”
“Have you watched every movie and affiliated cartoon series? Do you belong to any online fandoms, host a podcast devoted to the galactic empire or subscribe to any? Do you own a lightsaber?”
His voice was hoarse and barely audible by the time he asked that final question. And maybe I was imagining things, but I could have sworn the sexy meter between us had just kicked up ten notches.
Nah, that had to be my imagination.
What did he ask again? Oh, yeah. Lightsabers.
I gave an embarrassed half laugh. “I own three…red, blue, and—”
Asher lunged for me. He wrapped a hand around my neck and crashed his mouth over mine.
I was too surprised to push him away. Not that I would have. My body responded to his like nothing and no one before. I didn’t know what it was. Maybe his size and his feisty attitude. I’d always had a thing for compact cuties. Add glasses, sass, and a hot body, and I was sold.
I plunged between his lips and gave as good as I got. I let him take the lead, though. He was on fire at the moment, slanting his chin and grabbing a handful of my hair, deepening the connection with a hungry twist of his tongue. My dick was fully engaged in the action, but I didn’t want to draw attention to my boner right away. He was a bit mercurial today. Physical proof of my attraction to him could go either way. So I rested my hand on his hip and kissed him as if my life depended on it.
My control slipped when he flattened his chest to mine and bucked, grinding his erection against my thigh.
“Tell me your sword works,” he panted, raking his nails along my spine.
“Of course it works.” I bent my knees and tilted my hips, moaning at the sensual slide of our cocks through a few layers of fabric. “You’ve felt it in action.”
Corny line, I know…but it did the trick. Asher grabbed my ass, whimpering with need as he bit my bottom lip.
“Oh, my God. You have to fuck me. Hurry.”
My mama did not raise an idiot. I didn’t ask any qualifying questions or remind him that he’d hated my guts ten minutes ago. I picked him up like a bag of groceries, loving the way he hooked his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist as I strode into my room.
I dropped him on my unmade bed and stripped out of my clothes in record time. Asher did the same while I rooted in my nightstand drawer for a condom and lube. He kneeled on the edge of the mattress, stroking himself with one hand and stretching himself with the other. I tore open the foil and rolled the rubber on, adding lube before pulling him close. I trailed a slick finger along his crease and pushed it alongside his digit as I fused my lips to his. He jacked both of us, moaning his approval when I added a second finger and the tip of a third.
“On your knees,” I commanded.
“Okay. Just…can I see your lightsaber?”
“Yeah, but I gotta fuck you first.” When he hesitated, I sat next to him. I held my cock at the base and thumped it against my lower abs. “C’mere. You know what to do.”
Asher bit his bottom lip as he straddled my lap, lined my dick at his entrance, and lowered himself. I gritted my teeth, exercising every last bit of restraint I possessed to stay still. My grasp on my self-control was tenuous at best. I didn’t want to hurt him.
He didn’t give me a chance to be chivalrous, though. He planted his knees on either side of my thighs, rocked his hips a few times, then took off. He rode me fast and hard, stroking himself as he bounced on my shaft. I ran my hands along his sides before spanking his ass. Apparently, I’d hit a hot button.
He shivered with need. “Do it again. Spank me.”
Oh, my fucking God. My eyeballs practically rolled in their sockets. I smacked his ass again and again, spewing the corniest porn dialogue I’d ever engaged in while boning down with a lover.
“You want to see my lightsaber, don’t you? But you’ve been so bad, baby. I’m gonna take you over my knee first. I’m gonna…”
“I’m coming,” he yelled, spurting jizz between our chests.
I gave him half a second to stop trembling before standing on shaky legs. Asher clung to me like a koala, burying his face in my neck as I lifted and lowered him on my cock, smacking his ass every so often. I changed my dirty talk to something more traditional. “You’re so tight. You feel so good. I love this sweet hole.” You know…standard, but nasty. He loved it as much as I suspected he would. Or maybe he sensed that I meant every word of it.