Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Showing you that you don’t bargain with someone like me.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard.
It’s one of the only parts of his body that’s exposed, that small portion of his neck between the bottom of his mask and the top part of his hoodie.
As he reaches down for the button on his pants I take a step toward him and run the back of my finger along his exposed neck.
I feel him inhale, then exhale.
I can see through the holes in his mask up close, now, too, but he’s refusing to look at me. His gaze is cast downward, staring at my chest, maybe looking at my tattoos. He smells clean, like the kind of expensive aftershave I’d usually hate, but it’s faint and there’s something intriguing about the scent.
I can picture him putting that scent on earlier, knowing he’d be coming to this party.
“So,” he finally says, his voice coming out a little hoarse.
My cock throbs.
“God, you’re so nervous.”
“Fuck you.”
I feel him swallow as I let my fingertips drag over his Adam’s apple one more time, then I relent, pulling them away.
“Get on the bed,” I tell him in a low whisper.
He cocks his head to one side. “Or you could get on your knees.”
I frown behind my mask, turning away. “I’m not getting on my knees for you.”
It still makes my chest tighten when I remember all of the ways my body is limited, after my injury. I’m healing, and technically I could drop to the ground. But it would hurt. It wouldn’t be ideal for the healing process. Just another goddamn reminder of how I should have been at my prime right now, yet it was stolen from me. Walking again has been the best feeling I’ve had in years, but when I remember how I used to be able to do anything… none of it feels fair.
I will fully heal again. It just takes time.
The guy doesn’t protest, for once.
Instead he obeys me, dropping his dark denim jeans to the ground and revealing black boxer briefs that hug him close.
The outline of his erection is easily visible in the moonlight peeking through the clouds. It’s massive, and my mouth waters as I watch him get on the bed and spread his legs for me, running his palm over the outline.
I never used to think I liked dick, and I still don’t consider myself attracted to men in any real way.
But a thick cock isn’t something I can deny when it’s late at night and I’m craving close contact. Even better when the cock is attached to a guy who’s completely out of his depth.
“Not going to take off that dumb hoodie?” I ask, stepping toward the edge of the mattress.
“Want to feel your mouth on me first.”
“Demanding for a newbie.”
I get on the bed between his legs, lying on my stomach so that there isn’t much pressure on my lower legs. I can see goosebumps forming on his skin the moment I’m lying down.
“Hi,” he says softly, and something about it makes my cock throb again, pushed up against the mattress.
It’s like he’s suddenly trying to have some light pillow talk with a stranger. Who the fuck is this guy?
I gently push my palm against his balls, feeling his warmth through the soft, black material of his briefs.
“Take it out,” I tell him.
“Already?”
“Jesus, do you want me to sing you a song and braid your hair first? Take your dick out.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I move my palm and grip his inner thigh hard. “You don’t even know who I am. Don’t come to a party to get sucked off by a stranger and expect him to hold your hand.”
He finally reaches down and shoves them off, tossing them at me. They land on my back, and I’m too distracted to punish him for it because I’m suddenly looking at an eyeful of very impressive cock.
It’s long, dusky pink, and already very hard for me. There’s a bead of clear precum at the tip that glints in the low light.
Being alone in my room for months while my legs healed must have turned me into a fiend. I want to tease him for longer and reach up to shove that damn fleece hood away from his head, but I don’t have much patience anymore.
I push up my mask just enough to expose my mouth, and I lean over and take his tip into my mouth, giving it a slow suck.
“Oh, God,” he utters as soon as I touch him. “So warm.”
I take him deep, unceremoniously.
The moment his cock hits the back of my throat he moans loudly, like he wasn’t expecting so much contact at once.
I take him to the hilt and bury my face near the soft hair at the base, which smells just as fresh as the rest of him does.