Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
It’s nine thirty-ish in the morning, and we’re in my bed, naked and horny. The first couple of times he crashed in my room, I worried that one of our frat brothers might catch us, but eventually my anxiety tapered off. Bailey and I are the only ones up here on the third floor, my door has a lock on it, and the only guys who might barge in are Judd and Tanner, who’re both out of the house by six a.m. on weekdays for baseball practice.
Luke’s free hand strokes the cleft of my ass. We probably don’t have time to fuck right now, but just the suggestion makes me harder. There’s no denying how much I like it. My prostate is my new best friend. And when we’re in a hurry, there’s a dozen other fun ways we get each other off. Bailey gives the best blowjobs on the planet.
What he doesn’t give me a lot of is words. He’s a tight-lipped bastard and nearly impossible to read, so sometimes it’s a challenge being around him. For example, this morning I asked him if I could come to the club tonight to watch his set, and instead of answering he just kissed me and started rubbing my dick.
It worked, too. That’s why I’ve forgotten to complain these last few minutes. His kiss is deep and hungry. My hands explore the muscles of his back, and his narrow waist. Only when we’re making out does he let me touch him anywhere I want.
He sighs happily, stroking me. It’s almost enough to make me forget the question I’d asked.
“You didn’t answer,” I mumble against his lips. “Maybe I’ll just show up tonight, either way.”
I immediately regret saying that, because his hand leaves my cock.
A pair of stern eyes bore into my face. “Don’t.” His sharp tone invites no argument. “My work is off-limits. I already told you that.”
“What’s the big deal?” I protest, all the while wishing he’d touch me again. “You’re hot when you strip. I’m talking Magic Mike-level heat.”
“I know I’m hot when I strip—it’s my job to be hot.” To my disappointment, he climbs out of bed. His massive hard-on swings up and smacks his tight abs. “I need to focus when I’m at work. You showing up would be a distraction.”
“Fine. I won’t,” I promise. “Now will you come back here and finish what you started?” I fling the sheet off my lower body, and my erection bobs up to say hello.
“Nah.”
“Why not?” I demand.
He sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip. “Because you displeased me.”
I sputter with laughter. “Are you serious right now? I displeased you?”
“Yeah, by bringing up the work shit. Your big mouth cost yourself my mouth.” Luke’s eyes gleam dangerously. “Bad boys get punished, Hayworth.”
Ohhh. I see where this is going and I ain’t gonna lie—I’m fully on board. So is my dick, judging by the way it grows impossibly harder.
Luke doesn’t miss my body’s response. But when I slide my hand down my stomach toward my groin, he stops me with a swift, “Hands at your sides.”
“But I’m horny,” I whine.
“Don’t care. Hands at your sides.” When I hesitate again, he mocks, “Don’t make me ask you a third time.”
My mouth goes dry. I slowly press my palms to the mattress on either side of me.
“Good. Now lie there and let me eye-fuck you.” He grabs hold of himself with one fist.
Oh Christ. Is that how it’s going to be? He’s going to torture me by getting himself off and forcing me to watch? Just watch.
He pumps his shaft, and, yup, apparently that’s precisely how it’s going to be.
Bailey’s eyes greedily roam my naked body as he strokes himself. I want to mimic what he’s doing, but I’ve been ordered not to move. So I simply lie there, harder than a post and aching for release. When his fist moves faster, my breathing becomes labored.
“You’re wishing you could jack yourself right now, aren’t you?” Luke taunts.
My gaze is glued to his. “Yes,” I croak.
“Don’t look at my face. Look at my cock. Look how hard I am.”
I dip my gaze. Oh Jesus. He’s the sexiest thing in the world. “Iwantit,” I mumble through my arid throat.
“What was that?” he teases.
“I want it,” I repeat, clearer this time.
Luke slants his head in thought. Down south, he’s jerking himself off, slowly but deliberately. “What do you want?”
“Your cock.”
“Nah,” he says again. “You’re going to watch me come. And you’re not going to say another word, make another sound, until I do. And then, maybe, I’ll let you come too. But only if you show me you can follow the rules.”
His rules. The rules I’ve been following for more than two months now. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he bosses me around in bed. It turns me on something fierce. But his my-way-or-no-way temperament extends beyond the bedroom, and for some reason I’m beginning to resent that.