Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
The wicked smile that tilted his lips made my grip tighten.
Jason tried to lift my shirt, but my arms were down and in his way, and while he was visibly frustrated by that, he was also reluctant for me to stop what I was doing. I pumped my grip faster, enjoying the way his eyes hazed and his shoulders slumped against the wall.
I buried my face in his neck, kissing and nipping at him gently.
“Shit,” he muttered appreciatively.
He placed a hand on my cheek to urge my face up so he could get his mouth back on mine, but I didn’t allow it. If we kissed, I’d be too distracted to carry out my plan.
I sank to my knees before him, tugging his clothes out of my way as I knelt. His dick throbbed in my hand as I steadied him, then took him as deep into my mouth as I could.
“Fuck,” he swore again on a shuddered breath, and liquid fire poured through my veins, heating every inch of my body, flowing toward my center. I’d wanted to do this to him the night we’d come in from the rain, but he’d been too impatient then.
I pulled back almost completely then surged forward, earning me another jerk and heavy sigh of satisfaction. I ringed him at the base with one hand and placed the other on his thigh and moved on him eagerly.
One of his hands hovered over my head like he wasn’t sure if he could touch me like that. If it would come off too controlling.
Seeing him disoriented was shocking and thrilling, and it made me slide on him faster. I swirled my tongue. Hollowed out my cheeks with a heavy suck. His breath turned ragged, and finally his hand threaded through my hair—not forcing me, though. Just another connection, as if he always wanted to be touching me.
There came a hiss of pleasure when my teeth scraped gently over his sensitive tip. The subtle rock of his hips encouraged me to pump faster. To take him deeper. I stared up at him as he peered down, his cock buried in my mouth and delicious agony twisted in his eyes.
His lips were parted so he could push out air in heavy bursts. “Your mouth,” he whispered, “is fucking fire.”
I moaned in enjoyment, because how could I not? He was so gorgeous like this, hanging on the edge of his control.
But abruptly, the muscles of his legs turned to stone and his voice filled with dread. “Stop.”
32
JASON
Laurel going down on me was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just the sensation of her hot mouth closed around my dick, but the visual of it too.
It left me with no choice but to stop her, only a heartbeat away from finishing too early again. I pulled her up to meet me, her mouth wet and swollen, and trapped her waist in my hands.
My tone was dark and teasing. “You are way too good at that.”
Before she could say anything, I captured her mouth with mine. My kiss was aggressive. Rough. And I yanked her jeans off with such haste I might have hurt her, but if so, she didn’t say anything or seem to mind.
We both had the same goal on our minds, judging from her determined look.
I tore off my shirt as she shed hers. My hurried fingers hooked under the straps of her bra and pulled them down her arms, not bothering to undo the band around her back. It would only slow me down. My hand closed around one of her breasts, and she made a sound of satisfaction low in her throat.
It was difficult for me to figure out which part of her body I loved the most. Perhaps her legs, but in this moment, it was definitely her high and firm breasts. I grabbed a nipple between my fingers and squeezed, causing her to plunge her tongue deep in my mouth, encouraging me to do it again.
She had on simple white cotton underwear beneath her jeans, and it was no less sexy, but she dragged the fabric down those long legs before I got much of a look. I kicked off the pants and boxers wadded at my ankles, then bent to take a knee before her. I looped an arm behind her, pulled her in so my face was in her lap and my tongue between her legs.
She gasped and her knees softened, threatening to collapse. Her face contorted like she both did and didn’t like it. Perhaps she didn’t want to stand as I brought her to orgasm.
I could turn and pin her hips to the wall, like she’d done to me, and give her some support at her back. But instead, I trailed kisses up her stomach, moving up until I could fill my mouth with one of her breasts while my hands wandered lower.