Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
My hand finds a home on his ass, squeezing his cheeks as Lucas grinds against me. It’s…too much, not enough, so fucking wrong, but I’m so damn tired. Tired of hurting, of being sad, of feeling alone, and somehow, being with him, the last place I should be, helps.
I give a hungry groan when Lucas bites my lip, rutting on me like he needs this as much as I do. My dick is throbbing between us, his hard against mine as we both take the pleasure dangling in front of us.
But I’ve always prided myself on doing the right thing, and this is so fucking wrong. Lucas gasps when I pull away from him, both of us breathing heavily, eyes stuck on each other. I see the fear in his, the worry about what I’ll say or do, like he’s afraid I’ll stop, but…I don’t. Damned if that’s not the last thing on my mind right now.
I rip Lucas’s shirt over his head. He’s got a great body—lithe muscle, defined but not overly so. He’s not one of those guys who spends too much time in the gym, unlike me. His pecs are firm but not huge, with a patch of hair between them. And those colorful tattoos…damned if I don’t wonder what they taste like.
First, though, I lean in and lash my tongue against his collarbone, taste his heartbeat in his throat, and then Lucas is ripping my shirt over my head before sealing his mouth to mine again.
I should get up and walk out of this room right now…but I can’t force myself to do it. I don’t want to stop kissing him, so I turn off my brain and let myself have this, even if I’ll hate myself for it later.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lucas
I can’t believe I’m kissing Hunter, that it’s his tongue in my mouth, my tongue playing in his. His hands run up and down my body, grabbing and squeezing my ass, traveling up my back, squeezing my nape, then heading south again. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. I don’t really think that’s true. I think he’s horny, craving pleasure, and I’m a willing body. I tell myself it’s not me specifically he wants, just someone, just release, and I’m foolish enough to let that be me, despite all the reasons I shouldn’t.
“I wish I knew how to enjoy life the way you do.”
It about killed me earlier when he said that, just like it had when he said he sees me. It had taken everything inside me not to kiss him then, not to offer him my body, to take anything and everything Hunter would give me.
But I hadn’t. I’d been good, and now we’re still here, after Hunter touched me, after he slid his hand toward me, brushing his fingers against mine like he wanted all the same things I do. How could I say no?
I suck his neck, hear his sharp intake of breath, then kiss him again, wanting to linger in every single one of his sounds. I want him inside me or me inside him. I don’t care as long as I get to have him, even if only this once.
My mouth moves down his throat, my body sliding down. I lash my tongue over his nipples, left, then right, before continuing my journey down his body, until I’m kneeling on the floor between his legs.
“Hunter,” I say, kissing his stomach, sneaking my tongue into his belly button, rubbing my cheek against his happy trail.
“Yes,” he answers.
My fingers shake as I hook them in the band of his track pants, tugging them down his thighs. Hunter lifts his ass, helping me work those and his boxer briefs down. His dick springs out, and I swear it’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen—long and thick, his skin flushed, bulging with veins I want to map out with my tongue. Precum leaks from the tip, a glinty spark I crave, so I lash my tongue against it, taking in the burst of salt on my tongue.
“Fuuuuck.” Hunter cards his fingers through my hair, then holds on. “Do it again.”
I look up at him and smirk, unable to keep the playfulness out of the moment. “Mmm. But what if I don’t want to?” Spoiler alert: I really fucking want to.
I look at his heavy balls, so full of cum that I’d do just about anything to have in my stomach. I rub my nose against his full sac, breathing in the scent of him there, heady and sexy.
“You want to make me suffer?” he says back playfully. “I can jerk off for you.” He goes to wrap his hand around his shaft, but I swat it away.
“No. That’s mine.” Tonight. Or hell, maybe not even all of tonight. Maybe just for this moment.