Series: Cobalt Empire Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 215301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 861(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 861(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
I grin into a breathy laugh. “You’re giving me permission?”
“No, I’m going to fuck you without consent.” His hands are on my ass as he suddenly turns his weight into me. My back thuds against the mattress, and my breath ejects while he’s on top of my aching body. “Yes, Tom, you get a say.”
The dark danger in his eyes contradicts his words, and I love the dissonance of him. The paradox.
I lie under Phoenix, and I prop slightly on my elbows to edge closer. “In that case, I demand a very hard, very deep fucking where I black ou—Phoenix,” I fall backward with a moan when he rocks forward, our cocks scraping together. Fuuuck. Even with the barrier of my jeans and his pants, the sudden friction against my dick disorients me.
He clasps my face, just to turn my jaw and whisper, “Sorry. This isn’t room service, and I’m not your fucking waiter, nepo baby.”
Holy fuck. I lick my lips, feeling my rising smile between my heavy breaths. I want to say something about being a seven-course meal, but I can’t even be smug about this. He is sucking the soul out of me in the next deep kiss, and I’m loving every damn second of being under his command.
Time is irrelevant. My lips swell from our forceful, covetous kisses, and when he breaks off my mouth, I taunt, “Is that all you’ve got?”
He comes at me like a flame to lighter fluid—the burst of scalding heat is all-consuming. Gripping, kissing, thrusting, grinding at a ferocious rhythm. As I try to meet him in kind, I can’t make sense of anything other than my skin is blistering and my pulse is jackhammering in my throat.
“Fuck,” I groan into a shudder as he fists my cock. Our clothes have come off in the raging inferno. Sweat builds quickly between our tensing bodies. The gray comforter is kicked down, and our legs tangle in the matching sheets.
I’m not worrying about giving a stellar performance. There is no grade at the end. No judgment. No preconceived notions. I just bake in the heat that’s stoked between us. My thighs are split around his hips, and I barely notice him grabbing lube from his end table drawer.
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.
Each second hereafter is as nerve-wracking as it is exhilarating. His left hand sheathes my jaw while his right disappears between our pelvises. He slips a slick finger in me, and I see him watching my body.
I’m not thinking about how I should react or what I should do. For the first time ever, I just focus on the feeling of the depth and movement inside me. Of Phoenix trying to open me and fuel my pleasure. It doesn’t take him long to hit the spot. I spasm and grit down on my molars into a deep, “Fuck me, holy fuck.” I grip his neck.
Phoenix breathes hard through his nose. Then he groans out, “Oh my God, fuck.” Damp strands of his hair hang in his face.
I run my fingers through his dark hair. To see his eyes. The most unusual, unique, dangerous, affectionate eyes that’ve ever punctured me.
My breath hitches into a sharper noise.
His cock leaks pre-cum on mine, and the warmth dizzies the fuck out of me. Or maybe it’s because of his second finger slipping into my hole. Fuck me. He stretches me open even wider. He keeps teasing my prostate.
My eyes want to roll.
“Tom. Tom.” He squeezes my face until I meet his dark, narrowed gaze. “You need to take way more than this. You get that?”
“I—I can take a lot more, dude.” My lips break apart as his fingers never slow their hypnotic pace inside me. “Please, just…” I gasp, then curve my arm over my eyes and flex my abs to stop from coming. Do not come. Do not come. Do not come yet, dear fucking fuck.
He pries my arm off my face and gives me a very short reprieve. His fingers exit me. I watch him sit up on his knees. We’re both slick with each other’s sweat. My gaze travels down the beautiful etched tattoos along his lean-muscled frame, and his callused hands drag across my cut hip muscles that lead to my cock. I am far more toned after hitting the gym a stupid amount to train for the tour and after abiding by Eliot’s high-protein regime.
It’s not hard for me to put in the work. Some would say that I go overboard, and I’ve finally found someone willing to go overboard with me.
Emotions pool as I stare at Phoenix.
I eye his erection as he rips a condom with his teeth.
“You good?” he asks in a husky breath, sheathing himself.
“Uh, yeah.” I am beyond good. I am too good. This feels fucking dreamy. I realize I’m on my elbows again, and I lie flat as he hooks an arm under my leg. I’m just fastened to his concentrated eyes that move around me.