Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
My hand tightens on the countertop for a different reason entirely. “No,” I force out, my voice so hoarse that it doesn’t sound like my voice at all. “No, please don’t.”
Chapter eight
Carissa
Seeing Wilder slowly let go of all his walls, drop his defenses, and let himself be vulnerable is the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. I’m down on my knees here. I’m pretty sure this is real life, and I haven’t gone into some weird trance-like state due to the roast seasoning being some strange herbs my mom had lying around, meant for rituals she absolutely does not even practice, swapped accidentally with regular salt and pepper.
Yeah, that’s not a thing.
I know this is real. Wilder’s fingers rake through my hair, half combing it tenderly, half frantically gathering it into his hand, and the resulting sting tells me this is beyond real.
I’m barely able to cogitate. I’m going to lose myself. I’m going to let go of every boundary I’ve ever erected, let go of all my inhibitions, and lower my own walls, some of which are in place to protect both of us from getting hurt.
Even knowing this could shatter my heart later isn’t enough to stop this.
Not when I’ve been waiting what feels like my whole life to kiss Wilder. To touch him. To worship him. Not as a rockstar, but as just him. As a man who thinks and feels everything so deeply. As one lonely person to another. As someone with her heart wide open, even though it should have been closed off with reason and rational thinking long ago.
There’s not a whole lot of reason going on in my brain right now. It’s more mad need. I’m possessed by it.
I curl my hands around Wilder’s muscular thighs and trace my nose along the massive outline of his cock. Then I suck on him right through the leather. The leather is not thick, and it’s not tough. It’s so soft that I can trace the entire outline of him with my tongue.
Is this going to damage his pants? How many thousands of dollars will it cost me if I have to replace them? Is this sanitary? Am I ingesting dye? Is this weird?
“Fuck,” he curses on a groan. He glides his zipper open and pushes those tight pants down just enough to take his cock out.
I can’t imagine what my face looks like right now. It’s hot. So hot. I’m probably scarlet. I know my eyes have to be ridiculously huge. My mouth waters at the sight of Wilder’s long, thick length. Having it outlined in his pants is so much different than having it right in front of me, held in his strong hand, swollen, and leaking precum from the tip.
I can’t hold myself back. I can’t be proper or sane or nice when I’m this far gone.
I grasp his thighs and capture him in my mouth. Rolling my tongue over the head of his cock, I gather up the salty taste of him and hum as I swallow it down. Then, I surge forward, taking him far too fast, straight to the back of my throat. I swallow on instinct so I don’t gag, even though my eyes instantly tear up, and saliva gathers at the corners of my lips.
“Holy fucking gingersnaps,” he gasps, pulling back so he doesn’t hurt me.
I reach behind him and grasp his ass. His rock-hard ass. Kneading? There’s no kneading back here. He’s so solid everywhere that the only thing my fingers sink into is leather.
I take him slowly this time, circling his head with my tongue before I push forward and take him deeper and deeper. I don’t stop until he’s at the back of my throat, and then even further. I swallow over and over again, breathing through my nose before I pull back just until I’m not choking myself anymore. I love the way he throbs in my mouth. I have just enough control that I back off a little bit more, until I can run my tongue over his shaft, exploring the shape of him, all the veins, and the way the shape changes from his shaft to the head of him.
“Fuck, fuck,” he hisses, dragging in hard, hot breaths of his own. He doubles down on that when I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and squeeze while still teasing my tongue up and down the length of him. “Want to eat you out naked,” he pants.
“Me or you?” I pant right back, sucking madly on his tip to make up for having to pop him out of my mouth to talk. I keep my hand wrapped tightly around him.
“Both.”
I barely even register what I’m doing as I whip my T-shirt over my head. I have a sports bra on, and it takes some brainpower to get out of it. The damn things are like ratchet straps at the best of times. I don’t know anyone who likes operating those things. They’re nearly impossible to figure out.