Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
What I did know was he’d never had a relationship in that time. Well, unless he had one but just happened to be single every time I messaged. Really, though, I knew that wasn’t true. They talked about it on The Vers—about his, Corbin’s, and Marcus’s lack of relationships.
“Condoms and lube down here, or do we need to head upstairs?” Declan asked, kissing his way down my throat. I let my eyes flutter closed, loving the feel of his stubble against my skin.
“Down here. Coffee table. I was prepared.”
I felt him smile into my neck. “It’s been a long time. You’re hungry for my cock, aren’t you? Or is it my hole you’re jonesing for? I bet you don’t care either way. You’re dyin’ for it. Tell me what you want.”
Jesus, I loved it when he talked to me like that. Most men I’d been with didn’t. It made my head spin and my dick throb even harder. “Your cock,” I answered just as Declan shoved his hand down the back of my underwear, fingers teasing my crease.
“Tell me. I want to hear you say what you want.”
“I want your cock. I want you to fuck me.” Because even though I wasn’t as sad as I should be about Neil, and even though I didn’t love him, and hell, I didn’t love Declan either, I needed to feel wanted. Something about another man’s dick thrusting inside me made me feel that way.
“Only if I can fuck you over the back of your couch.” Declan’s teeth nipped my earlobe, and my knees went weak.
“Yes, God yes.”
He pulled his hands out of my boxer briefs and smacked my ass. “Go over there and wait for me.”
“You’re awfully bossy tonight.”
“Yeah, but are you complaining?”
I chuckled. No, I really wasn’t.
I walked over and stood behind my light-blue couch. Declan took his time removing his shoes, then his pants, underwear, and T-shirt. He was…Christ, he was really fucking hot. Declan walked with a swagger—nothing exaggerated or obnoxious, but like someone who just didn’t give a shit. He didn’t care about impressing people, but I wondered if he knew that he did.
His skin was golden from the California sun, his legs long, lean muscle running the length of him, and he had an incredible set of abs and a patch of hair between his pecs that I’d maybe rubbed my face in a time or two.
He plucked the lube and condom from the table, then walked over to where I stood and dropped to his knees.
“Fuck,” I gritted out as Declan buried his face in my groin, breathing me in and mouthing me through the fabric.
“Look how hard you are for me.” He stroked me, then lowered my underwear.
I watched him, eyes riveted as he removed my boxer briefs, then raised them to his face and inhaled. “Oh Jesus.” My cock jerked against my stomach, a pearl of precum dripping down my glans.
Declan smiled up at me before taking my dick to the back of his throat. My balls wanted to unload the second they were in the hot suction of his mouth, but he didn’t keep me there long, pulling off almost immediately. “Turn around.”
“Were you always this bossy?”
“Just that kind of night.” He didn’t give any other explanation, and I knew none other would be forthcoming. That wasn’t the point of tonight either. It was just to get off, to keep from being alone for a short time, to be around someone I felt I could trust, which was crazy in so many ways. But after all this time, how could I not trust him? Declan could have sold his story about me but never had.
I turned around and widened my stance.
“Hold them open for me.”
“Christ.” He’d never asked that, and I’d never done that before. “You just want me to stand here, bent over the back of my couch and holding my ass cheeks open for you?”
“Yes,” he replied simply.
Well, okay. I could do that. It was pretty fucking hot.
Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but there wasn’t a shred of it inside me. I looked over my shoulder as Declan took me in. His eyes were intensely focused on my ass. He didn’t take his gaze away as he picked up the lube and slicked his fingers. He traced circles around my rim, making delicious pleasure spark to life inside me.
I was just about to ask him to push it in when Declan did so on his own, penetrating me with his digit. “Give me two,” I begged, eyelids fluttering. I felt sensitive, like I’d never been fingered before or something.
“Who’s the bossy one now?”
“Fuck me with two fingers. I need it, Declan.” His pupils blew wide, and then he was pushing another inside me, sliding them in and out, seeking out my prostate and making my whole body tremble. “Yes…fuck yes…” I pushed back to meet him. I didn’t know why I was craving this so much, why the need was burning me up from the inside out, but it was.