Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 123877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Beckett could hear the crackle of soft leather as Julian continued.
“I just dropped my ass on the sofa in the office at the club. I’m tired. I could probably sleep for a week if given the chance, but when I try to sleep, I think about you and that silly dog, wondering if you two are snuggled up together while I’m alone in bed. You got in my head, Beckett.”
“Mmm…” Oh yeah, there they went. The warmth that was all Julian roamed suggestively over his body as he thought of Julian in his bed. “I was thinking of flying back to Coronado Saturday afternoon. I couldn’t stay more than a night.”
“I’d like that. You’re always welcome. Sundays are slower days at the restaurant. I’ll have to be available for brunch, but that’s all. The restaurant closes Sunday night,” Julian said, making Beckett’s heart stutter with hope.
“Maybe if I left in the middle of the night, like at three in the morning, I could stay all day Sunday.”
“Or you could fly back Monday morning and pick your truck up the next weekend when you come back…” Julian countered. Beckett closed his eyes, his small smile turning into something more content as the understanding of Julian’s suggestion excited him. Julian wanted him there as much as Beckett wished to be there with him.
“I could do that.” If he stayed two nights, it would cause a bit of a hardship for Randy. He’d have to carry the weight of the next training class again. Beckett should have some guilt, but he didn’t. Not in the least.
“Is anyone around you?” Julian asked, his voice growing huskier with his next words. “Want to get off?”
Beckett’s dick took instant notice, going from aroused to a hard and unyielding force in a matter of two seconds flat. Of course, he wanted Julian to help him rub one off, and he was quite a distance away from the rest of the camp. He couldn’t be seen, even with the best nighttime equipment.
“Are you already touching yourself?” Julian purred.
“Are you?” he countered, working his belt free.
“I will be as soon as I get my pants out of the way,” Julian answered.
“Same here,” he chuckled, propping the phone on his chest so he could work his pants down far enough that nothing got in his way, consequences be damned. Beckett’s dick was hard as stone and leaking by the time he got comfortable. The thrill of being out in the open and vulnerable made it all the more erotic. Beckett curled his fingers around his cock and gave himself a few eager tugs. “I’m stroking myself, Julian. I’m imagining it’s your fist sliding up and down my cock.”
“You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be, are you, Mr. St. Clair?” Julian teased. “Unfortunately, we’re hundreds of miles apart. Otherwise, it would be my mouth sliding down your shaft. I can almost taste you. Is that what you want? Me licking, sucking, and teasing every drop of come from your balls?”
Beckett groaned and tightened his grip. “God…yes, Julian. I’d like that.” Fuck, he wanted everything Julian offered. He closed his eyes, thinking of Julian’s mouth on him. Using his thumb, he made circles around the tip of his cock, spreading the moisture leaking from his slit as he applied the perfect amount of pressure.
“Oh, I guarantee you’d more than like it. I’d take you between my lips and swallow you down over and over until I had you begging to come,” Julian growled.
“Yes…keep talking, Julian. Tell me more.” With every pass of his fist, his pleasure grew. He imagined Julian’s throat constricting around him. Julian’s velvety tongue lapping at his cock. The soft strands of Julian’s hair sliding between his fingers as he guided Julian’s head with gentle pressure.
“I’d fondle your balls, first rolling them in my palms, teasing you, making sure to pay special attention to every inch of your skin with my tongue.”
Beckett listened to the sexy cadence of Julian’s husky voice. The cool night air swept across the mountainside, kissing his exposed skin. Beckett was so caught up in Julian, and in the heat of the moment, the world around him melted away. His heart raced, and his brain short-circuited with obscene desire as he clung onto Julian’s every word.
“Then I’d get on my hands and knees for you, Beckett, spread my legs and finger my pretty pink hole while you watched. I’d beg you to fill me with that big thick cock of yours and you would.” Julian’s voice, low and breathy, had become its own aphrodisiac. “Mmm…you’d feel so fucking good in me.”
“Yes,” Beckett moaned and bit his bottom lip, speeding his strokes as he chased his pleasure. Spellbound by the scene playing out in his mind and the tone in Julian’s voice.
“Fuck your fist, B. Pretend it’s my ass squeezing you. Pound me hard and fast.” Julian’s lewd instructions sent a barrage of images flooding his brain. His body couldn’t take much more. He was already so close to coming.