Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
He lets out a low groan, and my hand roves down his abs, stroking till I find him hard against his belly.
“You do this.” His voice is flat. I can’t tell if he’s angry or resigned.
I grip my dick with my free hand, rubbing against his flank. “And you do this.”
“Clouds my head,” he rasps.
I start to stroke him. “That’s why I came out here. To make your head so cloudy you can’t think of anything but me.”
I want to prove that I can take his mind off what it’s on and put it here—on us. I get on my knees and move in front of him. Then I take him down my throat. He grips my head with both hands, pulls my hair the way he likes to, and I blow him, using every trick I know to hold him here with me. He grunts, then comes with a hot spurt as his legs quake. He groans as I move him out of my mouth, gripping the counter with white knuckles.
I stroke his leg. “Go sit down. I’ll make something for us.”
He sits at the diner-style booth, propping one arm on the table and his forehead in his hand, and I make sandwiches with what he got out of the fridge. My boner bounces as I move around the kitchen. When I step over to the table with two plates on my arm, I can’t help smirking. Luke grabs my hip, then my cock.
“Put the plates down, Mr. Rayne.” I set them on the far side of the table.
“Get up there in front of me. Stretch out.”
I’m not sure the thing will hold me, but it’s big enough—and, turns out, pretty sturdy. I lie on my back, the disco-ball light fixture tossing silver flecks over my torso. Luke works my boxer-briefs down, wraps his hands behind my knees, and pulls me closer to the table’s edge. The shift makes my balls drop off the table. His eyes hold mine as he strokes my sac.
“I’m hungry.” He pumps my cock and wraps his mouth around my thick head. I watch as he takes me, inch by inch. God, it feels good. I lift my hips, gripping the table’s edge as I try not to thrust.
Luke blows me like he knows just what feels good. Because he does. He walks me right to the ledge and stops when I’m shaking, brushing kisses over the inside of my leg. He doesn’t meet my eyes again…just makes me come so hard that I feel lightheaded after. When I open my eyes, I find I’m nearly off the table, in his lap. He’s grinning that old cat-that-ate-the-canary grin.
He rubs his hand over my leg. Then he grips my forearms and helps me down onto the seat beside him. He kisses my mouth, and I reach into his lap. Fuck, he’s long and thick and stiff. I slide our plates over and watch as he gets started on his sandwich.
“Hungry?” I ask.
“Didn’t eat enough.” His low Luke voice is gruff.
I sink down under the table. “Don’t think I did either.”
His hand finds my forehead. “You don’t have to. Just because—”
I suck his thick tip into my mouth, and he groans.
“By the time I’m finished with you, McDowell—” I pump his shaft a few times— “I want to see you’ve cleaned your plate.”
For a long time, I just tease him. Roll his balls and lightly stroke his big erection. Kiss his cockhead as his legs stretch out around me and he lifts his ass off the bench. Shit. His legs are shaking. I lick all along his rim and shaft again, and he groans good and loud.
“You like this?” I lick the little notch under his rim and stuff my tongue into his slit. He makes a low, hoarse sound like a growl and groan mixed. Then he starts to rock his hips…he starts trying to thrust that swollen dick at my face.
I lick his balls.
“Vance…”
“If you want something, you should ask, Skywalker.”
He grabs my hair and pushes his thick cock against my cheek. “Suck me off.”
His voice is low and rough, but I can see his toes curl as he issues the order.
“That’s a tell, not an ask.”
“Please.”
I give him what he wants, drawing it out so his leg is wrapped around my lower back. His hand jerks my hair so hard, sometimes I groan around my mouthful. At some point, his leg makes its way in between mine, and I’m humping his calf. Motherfucker tries to get the upper hand; he rubs his leg against my cock, jostles my sac around. I’m pretty sure I can finish him without coming—and then he blows, and his leg rubs me just so. I spend as I’m trying to swallow. He chuckles even as he’s spurting and I’m drinking him down. When I rejoin him at the table, I find he’s eaten both our sandwiches. He gives me a fistful of napkins, and I kneel back down to clean my cum off his leg.