Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“You like that, huh?” My stomach tightens as I fist my cock and bounce it against his lips and tongue. “Being used?”
His eyes darken as they meet mine. “Sometimes. But only for pretend.”
Christ, this guy knows just how to turn my desire to full volume.
He parts his lips in invitation, so I press my cock past his lips and shiver as his tongue works along one of the veins.
Aaron’s eyes widen as my shaft hits the back of his throat, and I think I’ve gone too far, too fast. Until his gaze glazes over and he groans. It’s obvious he loves this as much as I do. Plus, he knows how to suck dick—something we weren’t able to experiment with before. And who am I to argue? I’ve been hard up since he left town a couple of months ago, so having this opportunity again is just that, a chance to get off. And because it’s him and it was damned hot before, I take the gamble willingly.
I seesaw my cock between his lips, always landing at the back of his throat. When he swallows around my shaft, it feels so good my knees nearly buckle.
Soon enough his eyes begin watering, and I’m afraid I’m being too rough, so I draw back. But Aaron’s fingers latch on to my hips and he pulls me closer, working his throat to swallow again.
“Oh fuck,” I swear under my breath as I watch my cock disappear inside his mouth. No doubt, this will be my undoing.
I push his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “You want my cock as bad as you want my business.”
His eyes lock on mine as he pumps his eyebrows, and I hold back a smirk.
“Someone needs to learn some small-town manners,” I say, gripping the end of my shaft.
His eyes widen, and he eagerly redoubles his efforts.
I’m too close to the edge to hold back any longer. My balls ache and my thighs quiver as I thrust between his lips again and again. I lose all sense of time and place until stars begin floating in front of my eyes and I shoot down his throat with a deep groan.
I anchor my shoulders against the wall, trying to rein in my heavy breaths as he stands on shaky legs. He’s so stiff behind his zipper that it must be painful.
Before I regain control of my faculties, I have him facing the wall, his pants undone, and my hand stroking his dick.
“Ah fuck,” he moans as he shudders. “So good.”
I bite down on the meaty part of his shoulder, no doubt leaving a mark. It’s evident he likes it because he moans and tilts his head, offering me the long column of his neck.
“Aren’t you full of surprises?” I lick the line of his neck down to his shoulder, where I home in on another spot to sink my teeth. He shudders when my incisors hit their mark and shoots all over my hand.
My heart is still thundering from my own orgasm as I pull away and yank up my pants with one hand.
“Bathroom’s down the hall.” He leans his head against the wall, breathing hard, as I stumbled toward the vanity to wash my hands. I glance at myself in the mirror—I look totally debauched. Frank is sure to give me shit for my appearance.
Aaron arrives beside me and smiles at our reflection in the mirror.
I smirk and shake my head. “Catch you later.”
Back in my truck, my hands tremble on the steering wheel. What in the hell am I doing with this man, this stranger, who’s come blazing back into town with more than one proposition?
7
AARON
It takes me more than a few minutes to compose myself after Jack leaves my hotel room. It was that good. Fuck, the way he used my mouth to get what he wanted. I’d be a slut for him any day. My hand automatically finds the tender area on my shoulder where he bit me. It aches, but it’s the good kind of ache and might even leave a bruise.
I put myself back together, literally and figuratively, then drag out my laptop. I halfheartedly check in with some of our property managers and look at some specs Rocco sent regarding new acquisitions.
Rocco would tell me not to stress about stuff while here, and I try to take that sentiment to heart. We made a deal when we went into business together that we would not allow the other to work ourselves to death. That we could take time away and live more carefree than we had in the past.
But I’m too antsy to sit idle. So I slide on my shorts and a tee, slather on sunscreen, and head to the beach. By the time I get as far as the service station, the sun feels hot as it beats down on my skin, so I wipe my brow with my beach towel.