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)
Brushing my thumb against his small, pebbled nipples, I say, “I’m sorry…for—”
“Later,” Lucas cuts me off. “Right now, I just want you to fuck me.” He dances his fingertips over the bruises on my torso from the game tonight. “This game takes a lot from you.”
“They’re just bruises.”
“Maybe I wasn’t only talking about those.” Before I can reply, he’s got his hand at the back of my head, tugging me down, our lips drawn together again. It’s the slowest kiss we’ve shared, like we’re not in a rush, like we both know we won’t keep doing this, but instead of being so hungry for it that we rush through it, we’re taking our time, savoring. Feeling.
Lucas’s heels dig into my thighs, and I rut against him, rubbing my achingly hard cock against his while I let Lucas take possession of my mouth. His hand is tight in my hair, his other one running up and down my back, while he’s alternating between nibbling at my lip and making sure his tongue tastes every millimeter of my mouth. Fuck, he feels good, tastes good—a hunger I didn’t know I had, a craving that had been dormant, and now it’s all I can think about.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Wanting to get it all in while I can, I kiss my way down his throat, his chest, his belly, sliding down the bed as I do. Lucas eyes me with heavy-lidded, lust-drunk eyes and a cocky smirk that makes me smile. I haven’t smiled as much as I do with him in a long time.
“You hungry for some cock?” he asks.
“Yes.” I kiss the tip of his erection, then pepper kisses down his shaft, before nuzzling my face in the sac I’ve been admiring. The hairs on his groin feel good against my skin, his scent a heady mix of soap and natural body musk that’s so fucking intoxicating. It smells like he took a shower recently, and I almost wish he hadn’t, just want the natural fragrance of his body.
I suck him, and Lucas hisses. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man, not since… No. I can’t think about him here. Not when we’re like this. It will make me stop, and like always, I’m too selfish not to take what I want.
“Can I eat you out?” I ask, my nose nudging his balls.
“Yeah. I showered after I jerked off, and then I’ve just been lying here, trying to sleep.”
“Thinking about me,” I confirm.
“No. That was a lie.”
I chuckle. “I don’t believe you.” I bite his thigh. “Roll over. I want your ass.”
“I mean, who doesn’t want their ass eaten? You don’t have to tell me twice.” Lucas kicks his leg over my body, turning onto his belly, and I reposition so I’m lying between his legs, his juicy peach right in front of me.
“Fuck,” I say, giving it a slap, then massaging his cheeks. I’m dying for him, want to experience every little thing I can with Lucas, to hold on to this feeling of me…of the me I’m familiar with and the one I’m not because that’s who he brings out in me.
“I’m waiting,” he says, and I can’t help but grin. I’m not surprised Lucas makes sex playful, that he is himself in this too, saying whatever comes to mind.
I spread his cheeks, take in the tight ring of muscle. He makes my mouth water. I’m fucking salivating for him. I slip my thumb between his cheeks, rub his rim, watch his hole clench. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“It is a great hole.”
“Not just that,” I answer honestly. “Everything about you.” Did I see it before? I’m not sure if I did, if now I’m seeing Lucas in a different light, or if I didn’t let myself ever contemplate that I could be attracted to him. If the latter is true, it’s another tally mark under the heading “Bad Person,” which is what I fear I am.
Wanting those thoughts out of my head, I bury my face in his ass instead, licking up and down his crack, then flicking my tongue back and forth over his hole. He pushes back against my face, rutting into the mattress as I devour his ass like it’s my last meal, and maybe it is—my last meal of him, and I damn sure plan to enjoy it.
I don’t let up, practically suffocate myself in his ass as he makes hungry sounds, telling me, “Fuck yes. Deeper. Put your tongue inside me. I want you deep, Hunt. As fucking deep as you can go.”
Those must be the sexiest words I’ve ever heard, sending me into a frenzy where I’m nothing but this ball of wild, unfettered desire for him.
I soften his hole up until I can push my tongue in, fucking him with it, rutting my dick against the bed, just like he’s doing. He’s a meal I could never tire of, but I’m also dying for more, want to see my dick split him open, to know what it feels like to be inside him.