Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I fucking whimper, and I don’t do that.
Harley moves on top of me, dragging his hard cock against me while he brings his mouth back to mine.
Every thrust clouds my head, taking me to that place where nothing exists but the full-body sensation of an impending orgasm.
Nothing beats the tingling in my spine, the heat in my gut, and the growing pleasure thrumming in my veins.
“I want my mouth on you,” Harley breathes.
“Pretty sure you already have that.” I lean up to kiss him again, but he pulls back and sits up, straddling my waist.
“I want to suck you.”
The noise that leaves me is as much affirmative as it is tortured pleading.
Harley slinks down my body and lets out a breathy “Holy fuck” right at crotch level.
I want to say something cocky … probably about being so cocky, but I’m scared if I talk, rational thought might kick in.
Harley’s breath on my skin sends a ripple through my whole body. Then his tongue moves slowly up the side of my dick, and now I’m trembling.
My hand grips his hair, and the other fists the sheet, needing to hold on to something. Anything.
The torturous lick from base to tip takes so long I’m panting by the time he reaches the head of my cock.
I need that wet heat surrounding me. I need it now.
The fucker doesn’t give it to me.
Instead, he wraps his hand around my aching shaft and moves his mouth to my sac, teasing the hell out of me.
He’s driving me insane.
I have an inner war going on between fighting for control and letting go. Harley takes my choice away from me.
In an instant, my hand is gone from his hair and is pinned to the bed.
Harley continues to suck my balls until I’m practically squirming.
When he finally—finally—gives me what I want, he’s done with the teasing completely. I’m engulfed by his hot mouth as he sucks me down. I try to silence myself but can’t help crying out.
The sound of wet slurps fills the room when I get my own noises under control, and that turns me on more.
I manage to lift my head and stare down at Harley focused on bobbing up and down on my cock.
It’s the best thing I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe ever.
The sight of it alone …
Fuck.
“Harley,” I warn.
He keeps going.
I tap his shoulder with my free hand. “Harley.”
In a second, his mouth is gone, and then he’s on top of me again. His cock grinds against mine, and he closes his fist over both of us. He goes back to kissing me, hard and unforgiving. It pushes me over the edge.
Cum hits my stomach, and he swallows my moans but doesn’t stop.
When he stills on top of me a few seconds later, more warmth coats my abs.
His full body weight slumps on top of me. Harley’s not a small man, but compared to all the other men I’ve been with, he’s more petite than I’m used to. No one has ever fit against me like this, and I can’t say I hate it.
I might like it too much.
Because as the cum between us cools and the fog of orgasm fades, I’m filled with the icy feeling of regret.
I think we just fucked everything up.
Harley eventually rolls off me and onto his back but doesn’t say anything.
We stare at the ceiling, still breathing heavy.
I don’t dare move. Maybe if I lie still enough, I’ll become invisible.
“Brix?” Harley’s voice is soft.
“Mm?
“We should get cleaned up.”
“Mm.”
“You’re not moving.”
“Neither are you,” I point out, but my eyes are still glued above me.
We fall silent again.
Neither of us move.
“You going to clear the bathroom for me?”
I feel his smile more than see it.
“If there’s someone in the bathroom, they just got a good show. They probably won’t attack you after that. Applaud, maybe.” I hope my tone is playful. I hope to hell I’m covering that I’m freaking out, but I don’t think I am.
“Okay, I’m going to go shower.” As he slides out of bed, he stares over his shoulder at me. I assume in invitation.
Instead of taking him up on the offer, I nod. “You do that.”
He doesn’t linger. As soon as the door to the bathroom is closed behind him, I let out a loud breath and sit up.
I reach for my shirt on the ground to wipe myself off and sit back on the bed.
The shower starts in the next room, and damn it, I could really use one, but if I go in there, I know there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself. Even though this whole thing was a mistake, it’s one my body wants to make over and over and over again.
Fuck, what did I do?
I hang my head in my hands.
Okay, rational thought time.