Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Looks like I’m not the only one who leaks,” I said, smiling at the wet spot in his boxer briefs.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him close. I kissed his stomach, tracing a line over his abs with my tongue. He had a dark brown happy trail leading down toward his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t wait any longer, yanking his underwear down and revealing the hottest fucking dick I’d ever seen. It was a damn work of art. Nice and thick, uncircumcised and pink, a little veiny. I leaned in and gave him exactly what he gave me: pure and unadulterated pleasure.
His hands moved to my head as I took him into my mouth. His salty-sweet pre coated my tongue as I lapped him up. He tasted as good as he smelled. I didn’t hold back, blowing him like I was working toward the gold in the Winter Oral Olympics. His sweet and half-throated sounds of bliss urged me on.
But again… I found myself craving so much more.
I stopped blowing him and stood, gently guiding him down on the bed so he was the one lying down. His naked body was on full display, splayed out like a fine art piece. He was so toned and muscular, with a defined chest and a solid six-pack. I’d seen him in the locker room and showers, but in those moments, I had worked extra hard to avoid looking at him for too long.
Not tonight, though. I wanted to etch every freckle, every beauty mark, every muscle into the back of my brain.
I got onto the bed and caged him between my arms, leaning down and kissing him again. I loved body contact, and having it with Eli was absolutely no exception.
I pressed myself against him, lifting his legs slightly, pushing my leaking cock against his hole. I leaned down and kissed his neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. An urge to sink my teeth in overwhelmed me. Same urge that was pushing me to bury my cock in his ass.
I wanted to claim him. To make every inch of him, inside and out, mine.
His green eyes were lit with the same fiery passion that burned a path up from my balls to my brain. It left nothing behind except a singular focus: to fuck Eli until I left him a sweaty and trembling mess, begging for my load.
I looked down at him, his face flushed, his eyebrows dipping down in pleasure. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, tracing a thumb over his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked me in. I groaned, my cock aching to push inside him.
“Do you want me to fuck you tonight?” I said, my thumb still in his mouth. His hard dick pulsed, pressing against my abs. There was a part of me that felt like fucking Eli had the potential of ruining us both, of turning this intrigue and attraction into a full-blown obsession.
I didn’t care. I wanted him. Wanted to become one with him until we both unraveled.
But did he want the same thing?
Chapter Fourteen
Auditory-Megaphonaly Support Group
ELI
I wanted Gabe to fuck me like I wanted to hit the winning numbers in the Powerball drawing.
I wanted him bad.
The one-word answer that would have changed everything almost slipped from my lips. My judgment was clouded by Gabe’s dripping cock pressing up against my hole. I nearly said “yes” and lay back for him, letting him take me.
Flashes of my last relationship played across my thoughts as if my brain had been hijacked.
You don’t turn me on lately.
I’m not into it.
Go jerk off, I’m beating this level.
You’re a walking fuckup.
You can’t even cook us spaghetti without messing it up. What can you do right?
Words I hated to hear coming from someone who I loved dearly and who claimed to love me back. Maybe I should have seen the relationship crashing from a mile away, but then again, a massive iceberg could take out an unsuspecting Titanic, so could I really be to blame?
It wasn’t that I ever imagined Gabe saying those things to me, but the fact that I was even thinking about them was a bad sign. I was already projecting my fears onto Gabe, as if he were my boyfriend—something that would never happen. No matter how flirty and hot we were together.
I knew that if this man pushed himself inside me, it would be game fucking over. I wouldn’t be able to come back from that. I’d imprint on him like a damn baby duckling fresh out of an egg. I wasn’t in the headspace to do that, to be hurt again. Because a secret relationship with Gabriel Sanderson would absolutely ruin me. I needed to find myself and my own happiness first before I started to spiral about someone else.
Which was why I swallowed my first one-word answer and instead used another.