Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I think these might be a little tight,” Jules said as he ran his fingertips along the waistband of the underwear. “What do you think?” he asked in feigned innocence as he palmed his dick. He rubbed the crown and added, “The material might not be right. They’re a little damp right here.”
“Jules,” I growled in frustration.
“I think I need a second opinion. Can you feel this and tell me what you think?”
I was on my feet instantly, but it seemed to take forever to get to him. When I reached him, he remained perfectly still. He was so beautiful I was almost afraid to touch him. I was actually grateful when he took my hand in his and placed it on his collarbone. His skin was soft and warm. Jules slowly moved my hand so that it was touching the spaghetti strap. I was so caught up in a haze of lust that it took me a moment to realize he had removed his hand from mine.
I was on my own to explore. I instantly brought my other hand up and ran it down his side. The delicate material would be so easy to tear, but that was the last thing I wanted. I lowered my hands to rest them on his hips. The pants were so sheer that I barely felt them. I did, however, feel the panties. I ran one hand over Jules’s ass. Jules was breathing heavily and his body was trembling. Knowing that he needed this as badly as I did made taking my time impossible. I had the rest of my life to explore every inch of his body with my touch and my mouth. For now, what I needed was to taste him.
Jules gasped when I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him, palmed his ass with both hands and placed a kiss on the thin stretch of skin between the lacy top and the matching underwear. My next stop was his dick. He jumped when I closed my mouth over the crown of his dick. His hands landed on my shoulders as I gently sucked on him through the material. I quickly slipped the pants down so I could get a better taste of him.
He hadn’t been lying about the material being damp where the top of his dick was trapped between his body and the panties.
“Oh God,” Jules whispered as I licked and sucked my way down his dick until I reached his balls. His fingers dug into my shoulders as I toyed with him. My hands kneaded the curve of his ass. When I used one hand to dip my fingers beneath the waistband so I could feel his crack, Jules’s knees buckled.
“Flynn,” he called.
I knew what he needed. I needed it too. I climbed to my feet and angled my head so I could cover his mouth with mine. Jules automatically opened for me. I didn’t bother trying to tease him. We were both too far gone for that.
Using one hand to support the back of his head as I kissed him while the other hand remained on his ass, I pulled him against me so our bodies were perfectly aligned. Jules’s arms went around my neck. His hold on me was as tight as mine was on him.
I continued to consume his lush mouth even as I moved both hands down so I could push the pants and underwear down until they were wrapped around his thighs. Jules moaned as our tongues mated. I had no doubt that the sensation of my denim-covered dick pressing against his bare one was intoxicating.
When we were forced to break the kiss to catch our breaths, Jules’s eyes locked on mine. His fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt. I got the message and pulled it up and off over my head. His sweet lips immediately brushed over one of my nipples. Never in a million years would I have thought any part of my upper body would have erogenous zones, but Jules’s exploration of my chest proved me wrong. He licked, sucked, and kissed me everywhere, including the scar on my chest. His hands were on the move too. A delicious shiver went through me as he ran his fingers up and down my sides a few times, but when his fingers began working my jeans loose, a jolt of fear hit me out of nowhere.
No, no, no.
I tried to will the panic away, but that made things worse. All the pleasurable sensations disappeared as my chest grew tight.
“Flynn, look at me,” Jules demanded, his voice firm.
I snapped my eyes to his. His hands were on my face. “Breathe, baby,” Jules said. “You’re safe.”
If I could have spoken, I would have, but I managed a nod and did as Jules said. I remembered the night he’d walked me through the panic attack. I closed my eyes and began mentally counting with every breath. I held my breath with each inhale as well as each exhale. Jules was murmuring soft words of praise in my ear. I could feel his fingers pressed against my pulse points.