Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Take a breath,” I said without letting him go long enough to do it.
He pulled back but then quickly put his lips back on mine for one, two, three more quick kisses before pulling back again. “What are we doing?”
“No talking, Duchess,” I said, pulling him back to me with a hand against the back of his head. He made a noise of weak agreement and melted back into me.
A few moments later, our hard cocks brushed against each other, and Carter sucked in a breath. “Arousal is a…” He kissed me again. “Is a… um. Arousal is a stress response.” His words drifted off as he leaned in for more kisses.
I moved down to nip at his chin, his throat, his collarbone.
Then I dropped to my knees.
Carter’s eyes widened comically. “And, ah, adrenaline is a vasodilator, so…”
I kept my eyes locked on his as I began to peel open his cargo pants. “Or you can keep talking,” I muttered to myself with a small smile. He was fucking adorable when he was nervous.
I wasn’t sure when I’d started to find his overtalking endearing. A huge liability, obviously, but still… kinda cute. It was a huge departure from his calm confidence in a crisis, and I wondered how many people got to see this side of him.
Thanks to the crazy, zebra-patterned rug covering the floor tiles, my knees weren’t in too much pain. I settled in for a while. After nosing the front of his briefs, I made eye contact with him again and began to pull them down. “Tell me to stop,” I said, hoping like hell he wouldn’t.
“I’m not stupid,” he said through a hiss as I ran the stubble of my chin across the top of his thigh. His legs were toned from regular running, and his leg hair was a darker blond than the hair on his head. I dragged my tongue through it to the crease where his thigh met his groin.
“Want to make you scream,” I said softly. “But you can’t. You have to be silent, Duchess. You got me? Not a sound while I suck on your cock.”
He squeezed his eyes closed and fisted his hands by his sides before nodding.
I ran my hand up under his Doctors Across Continents polo shirt, feeling his warm skin and fit body. His nipples crinkled under my fingertips, and he opened his eyes again to look at me.
His eyes said a thousand different things. He was hungry for touch, scared to ask for it, unsure of me, and worried in general.
I wanted to fuck the fear right out of him.
My tongue found the crown of his dick and swirled around it, making his breath catch. I moved one hand around to squeeze his ass. If only he would let me take him away from this dangerous situation for a few minutes, give up to pure pleasure and let go.
“Look at me, Duchess,” I said softly. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
His lips were moist and full, and his face was flushed pink with desire. His blond hair was so messy, I must have put my hands in it while we were kissing earlier.
I ran my tongue around his dick before swallowing his shaft and squeezing his ass.
I loved sucking cock, but I especially loved it with a man as expressive as Carter Rogers. He was so sure of himself at work. While in his role as a competent cardiologist, he was decisive and forthright. But when he was alone with me, half-naked and wanting… he was vulnerable and needy.
And I wanted to consume him.
Carter’s fingers moved through my hair. “Just like that,” he breathed. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
I moved a hand around to his balls, running a finger behind them to press into the warm skin there. He brought his forearm up to his mouth and grunted against it as if he was just on the verge of his orgasm. I grasped his balls and gently pulled them down, away from his body.
His eyes flashed open wide in shock. “Wha?”
“Take a deep breath,” I said, pulling off his wet dick and jacking him with my hand. “Not going to finish you off that easily.”
I didn’t want it to be over. I wanted to give him pleasure all night, take him away from this crazy compound in the foothills of the Andes and make him unable to remember his own name.
“I can’t… what? Why? Why?” He was dazed with lust. It made my dick hard as iron.
I stood and yanked at my clothes, wanting to be free of them so I could jack myself off while I sucked him.
Carter stared at me. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering him, I stripped his top off and threw his pants, his underwear, and the knife sheath in a pile.