Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
My mouth went dry, and all available blood in my body zipped south. I was on the brink of losing my cool and jumping his bones like a sex-starved animal.
“I appreciate your honesty,” I said in a husky tone, leaning back on the barstool, legs spread casually…suggestively. I grabbed my cock through my jeans and met his gaze. “And I’m on board. If you want it, come get it.”
Mateo’s nostrils flared, and his Adam’s apple slid in his throat. They were pretty obvious tells, but he managed to catch me off guard. He clutched at the collar of my tee, dragged me close, and crashed our mouths together.
The scrape of teeth and beard, fingers in my hair, a hand on my crotch…I reeled under the onslaught, loving the feel of him—even with so many layers of clothing in between.
He nipped at my jaw, tugging my shirt from my jeans as he stood. “Are we doing this here?”
I bit his bottom lip. “My room. Come on.”
Mateo followed me up the modern glass-and-steel staircase and down a long hallway to the primary suite. In the daylight, the views of the Pacific were truly magnificent—a landscape of sea and sky. But now, moonlight illuminated the space, shadowing Mateo’s sharp features.
I closed the motorized blinds with the remote, flipped the switch on my bedside lamp, and faced him as I undressed. He beat me to it. Mateo grinned slyly, shimmying his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips. He kicked them aside and moved toward me, like a panther stalking his prey.
“Need some help?” He threaded the leather strap through my belt loop.
Mateo unbuttoned and unzipped me, then reached under the elastic of my briefs. I moaned aloud as he curled his fingers around my shaft and nipped my earlobe.
Oh, fuck.
I captured his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his hair to keep him still as we greedily sucked each other’s tongues. Mateo broke the kiss with a gasp and sank to his knees. He shoved my jeans and boxer briefs to pool at my feet. He glanced up, flashed a mischievous smile…and swallowed me whole.
I’d been on the receiving end of plenty of world-class blow jobs, but this man was a BJ maestro. He bobbed on my dick, pulling off to nuzzle my balls and rake his nails along my upper thighs.
Enough.
I growled like a caveman and tugged his hair. Mateo took the hint. He kissed a path up my torso, pausing to tweak my nipples and rub his erection on my thigh. I grabbed his ass and hauled him against me as he attempted to push me onto the mattress.
We fell together in a tangle of limbs, my feet still trapped in my jeans. But we didn’t miss a beat. I kicked off the fabric and rolled atop him. We jockeyed for position, our mouths fused as we humped and grinded. And Christ, I was too close.
“Stop. I don’t want to come like this.” I kissed Mateo’s neck. “I want you.”
“You want my ass.”
I chuckled. “I do. Are you gonna give it to me?”
“Mmm. Yes.” He flipped to his stomach and glanced over his shoulder. “Let’s see what you got, Vilmer.”
“Taunting already?” I smacked his ass and leaned sideways to retrieve supplies from the nightstand drawer. “Spread for me. Show me that hole.”
I thought Mateo might have a snappy comeback for me, but no…he obeyed to a tee, and holy shit, the sight of his puckered entrance was almost too much. I needed him…now.
I poured a generous amount of lube onto my fingers and massaged the sensitive opening, coaxing Mateo to relax before slipping a single digit inside.
“More. You don’t have to be so careful with me. I can take it.”
“Bossy.” I bit his shoulder, easing a second one in and hooking it slightly.
Mateo rocked his hips and hummed his approval as he snaked a hand low to jerk himself. “That’s it. Just like that.”
I kneaded his cheeks and finger-fucked him, stretching him open…nice and slow. I took my time, careful not to hurt him, but damn, it was torture. I suited up, added lube, lined my cock at Mateo’s hole…and pushed.
He tensed immediately but urged me to continue, lifting his ass in invitation. I took him inch by excruciating inch till I was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Warm and tight and…” I sucked in a breath. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to—”
“Do it. Fuck me,” he commanded.
I caged his head, my fingers digging into the sheets for purchase as I pulled out to the tip and surged inside again. And again. I set a steady rhythm—not too fast, not too slow.
Mateo rose onto all fours and arched, wordlessly indicating he wanted more. Thank God. I held his shoulders and snapped my hips double time. He met me thrust for thrust as I drove into him from behind. I had half a mind to flatten him and take over, claim dominance, though I clearly wasn’t in control. But I quickly nixed the idea. I wanted to see Mateo in action.