Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Mine too.
Slowly, he dropped down to his hands and knees, his face a gorgeous shade of pink. Ever so slowly, he started crawling toward me, and slowest of all, I raised my eyes to look at him. What he probably saw in my face made my dick start to throb.
Arrogance—sheer, unadulterated conceit. Hubris, self-importance, egotism, a sense of superiority? Check, check and triple check. I was feeling all these things. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He looked so damn sexy on his knees, slowly crawling toward me, his beautiful ass swaying behind him. I smiled and crooked my finger. “Come on, babe. Right here between my legs. Twist that gorgeous ass a little.”
Oh, how he wanted to tell me to kiss his ass! I could see it written all over his face. But he just kept crawling, loving and hating every second of this, I thought. I hoped. He was pushing all of my hot buttons, and I had emotions I didn’t want to recognize or even admit. I wondered if it were the same for him. Finally, finally, he crossed the four or five steps separating us and reached for the front of my swim suit. “Oh no you don’t…I didn’t give you permission to use your hands.”
“What? But how can I…?”
“I’ll let you figure that out,” I said and sat back to wait. He cast a furious gaze up at me from under his lashes, but we both knew he was going to do it. He had gone too far to back out now and besides, every eye in the place was on us both. I could feel the heat of their gazes. He leaned in and took the top of my suit with his teeth. I leaned over him and the scent of his skin and his soap and his own unique maleness swirled around me like smoke and made me weak. He was so angry, so humiliated at this, but he still wanted it. He was so fucking hot.
He tugged and pulled at me like a puppy with a toy, but finally, he got my suit pulled down enough to take my cock in his mouth. I was so aware of everyone looking and so intent on Ari and how he was feeling, I was only about half hard!
Before I could get embarrassed, Cody stepped in. “I think you need to slow down, Ari,” Cody said, his voice full of mischief. “Eli seems a little bored. I think he’s just going through the motions.”
Bored? Hardly. This was one of the best things that had ever happened in my life. Before I could tell him he looked up at me with his eyes a little glazed over.
I looked down at him and shrugged. “Sorry babe, I’m not an exhibitionist. If you want me hard, you have to work a little harder.”
I knew how much he loved a personal challenge. And I knew exactly how he would respond.
“Like this?” he said defiantly, and licked his way slowly up the length of my cock, stopping at the head to mouth it and nip at it. I winced and he redoubled his efforts, swallowing me down until I thought he might choke. He did, a little and he pulled back, looking up at me. I put my hands on either side of his face and looking down at him, checking to make sure he was okay. When he recovered his breath, I slowly let him go.
“Just use your tongue…there around the head of my cock. Just do your best, babe.”
He growled at me and literally attacked me with his tongue, licking up the sides of my cock like it was a lollipop and swirling the head in his mouth. I began to harden and groan. He glanced up at me, looking smug, I watched his face for every subtle change. His tongue slipped into my slit and I stiffened, hissing in a breath.
Cody clapped his hands. “Yes, you see? He likes that! Let me do it!” he said and started to kneel down beside Ari.
“No!” Ari snarled and pushed him down on his ass. “Leave him alone!”
He bent to his task again, with another slow, hot lick from the bottom of my shaft to the top and a swirl of his tongue inside my slit again. I was panting for breath and I could feel my balls tightening and drawing up because I was so hot for him. He looked up wildly into my eyes, still gazing down at him, studying him like he was a puzzle I needed to solve. Ari reached for me, trying to make me let him touch me, but I captured both his wrists and forced them back behind him, holding them there effortlessly with one hand as I leaned over him.
“No,” I said, gazing down at him. “You’ve been wanting attention all evening, and now you have it. Look at me. Only at me. Touch yourself if you want to stroke someone so badly. Go on, do it! You’re going to come for me, Ari. Without a single touch from my hands, but only from my voice. Because I tell you to. You’re going to show me you know how to obey my commands. And you’re going to call my name when you come.”