Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
He tossed me one of the bathrobes, and I put it on.
We weren’t done.
Back in the room, Roe stopped at the table that’d been filled with food earlier, and he grabbed whatever was edible from the abandoned leftovers. Cake, cold pizza, chips, and bread. Last but not least, a couple Cokes from the bar fridge. Then he headed out onto the balcony, which…seemed cold. Vegas was warm enough by day, but at night? In March?
Whatever.
I eyed the top of the fridge where he’d just stood to find us sodas, and something else caught my interest. Las Vegas to the rescue. It wasn’t a hotel in this town unless the room had something for one-nighters and lovers. I grabbed the tin box and opened it, ignoring the condom, ignoring the weird little vibrator thing, and fished out the packet of lube.
I pocketed it and headed outside.
Definitely chilly.
Joining him on the sofa, I looked out through the glass railing to where Las Vegas was slowly but surely wrapping up another wild night. Cars honked, people shouted, drunks were on their way back to their hotels.
I played nice long enough to take a swig of the Coke and eat a forkful of cake, but that was where I drew the line. When Roe gave me an apprehensive look, his posture radiating tension, I coaxed out his surrender. I leaned over and kissed him; it didn’t require more than that. He fell against me, and we went from zero to sixty in a second. I moaned as he climbed on top of me, and I was quick to dig underneath his robe and palm his ass.
“We should stop,” he groaned into the kiss.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
Then we weren’t fucking stopping.
We made out like teenagers, with the distinct difference that I’d never once fooled around with a woman with so much lust raging within me. It fueled my every move and made me need more.
I opened his robe fully and kissed his chest. He shuddered and tipped his head back. As I flicked my tongue over his nipple, I played with his ass and brushed my fingertips over his asshole over and over, and he held me in place by weaving his fingers into my hair.
I just couldn’t get past how sexy his ass was. I had to finger it with the lube. I wanted to see how many digits I could push inside.
He dipped down and kissed my neck. “Let me take care of you.”
He could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
He eased me back against the cushions, and I scrubbed a hand over my mouth. It was the first time I saw him properly. Even though it was dark out here, the sight of him would be etched in my brain forever. That swimmer’s body, his cut abs, his…his cock. I swallowed dryly. He trimmed more than I did. His balls looked so smooth.
I wanted to—
Wait, where was he going?
He slid down my body until he was kneeling between my legs, and he opened my robe some more.
Fuck me.
“This is what I get off to in the shower, by the way.” He wrapped his fingers around my cock and pressed an openmouthed kiss to the head. “Among other things.”
I shivered and cupped his cheek.
No words could describe the moment he sucked me into his mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, soaking me with his soft tongue, enveloping me in warmth. And he didn’t break eye contact either. It was my cock he was sucking, me he was staring at so hungrily, me he desired.
Fuck, he looked good with my cock in his mouth.
One shudder set off another, and I couldn’t stop staring. I slipped my fingers into his hair and controlled his pace, and when he moaned, I felt the vibrations around my cock.
So warm and wet and tight… “Keep goin’ like that.” I barely recognized my own voice. “Fuck.” Part of me wanted to shut my eyes and just savor the sensations, especially when he cupped my balls in his hand too.
The harder he sucked me, the more self-control I lost. All of a sudden, I had to have everything at once, so I ordered him to get up on the sofa. I needed his ass within reach, and I showed him the lube and said I wanted to finger-fuck him. To which his eyes widened, and then he was hurrying.
He leaned up and kissed me hard, swiftly, and got on all fours next to me.
“Get back to sucking my cock, Roe.”
I tore the corner off the packet and drizzled some lube onto my fingers, and just as he sucked me in again—and gagged a little, which felt too good to admit—I got my fingers back where they belonged. I caressed the sensitive crease between his cheeks and spread the lube around, making sure my digits were properly coated.