Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Tiernan tries to wrestle me to the bed, and I bite his lip, the way he did to me the other day. He hisses in pain, then pulls back and laughs, his pupils nearly hiding all the green in his eyes.
“Good play, but if you want my mouth on your dick, you’ll be a good boy and be nice.”
“You wouldn’t want me if I was good.”
Something I can’t describe flashes on his face, but before I can try to decipher it, Tiernan wrestles me to my back, head on the pillows, him leaning over me.
“You’re right. Now let’s get you out of my system.”
He holds my wrists, one in each hand, then fuses our mouths together. I hate that I’m letting him get the upper hand again, but he’s rutting against me, his cock brushing against mine, and it starts sucking all the fight out of me.
My body is buzzing, my brain alternating between how good this feels and how wrong it is. As soon as that thought pops into my head, I pull one of my hands free, then buck my hips and flip us.
Tiernan growls, not having expected it. “Fine. If you want to blow me, fighter, have at it.”
“You wish.” I shove his shirt up and bite into his left pec, not hard enough to break the skin, but it still elicits a groan. Tiernan’s skin is warm in my mouth as I suck on it. He isn’t the only one who knows how to mark someone.
“Fuck.” He arches toward me, and I smile against him. There’s a lot of power in making him respond to me this way, to the need he has that’s palpable in the air.
The need that matches my own.
I pull back to see the redness already forming on his skin, and all it does is fuel me even more, making me hungrier for this strange control I feel with him, that’s so foreign to me.
I do the same to his neck, suck the blood to the surface, leaving something of me behind so Tiernan will think of me every time he looks in the mirror, the same way I had done with him. So that everyone who sees him will know he let me have my way with him.
He doesn’t stop me, his blunt nails making their own marks down my back before he shoves his hand beneath my shorts and underwear to cup my ass. He squeezes hard, pulls me closer, my body moving against his.
I swear he feels hotter than most, his hold hard and demanding, soft, surprising noises falling from his lips, as though he’s too blissed out to try and hide them.
Tiernan shoves my shorts and underwear beneath my ass, using both hands to pull me closer. Using my teeth on him again, I nip at him, nip and suck, marking him until I’m so fucking close to coming that I have to pull back.
“Are you done making a point now?” he asks cockily.
“God, you’re such an asshole.”
Tiernan shrugs. “Yes. But you are too, you just try to hide it more than me.”
My heart slams against my chest at the truth he laid out for me, one I’ve already thought about, but it feels different to hear him say it. There are ways Tiernan and I are the same. That doesn’t mean I don’t hate him. That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt him to get what I want, the revenge I deserve, but we are…similar.
“No comeback.”
“I thought you were sucking my dick.”
“You’re lucky I want you, otherwise talking to me like that wouldn’t bode well for you. Doing it after tonight won’t either.”
I roll my eyes, feigning indifference, but I’m all too aware that Tiernan is a real threat. I know more about him than he could ever imagine.
“Get naked,” he tells me, and I open my mouth to reply, but he’s already anticipating me, saying, “Fuck me. I know.”
Okay, so maybe I’m slightly predictable when it comes to him.
My feet hit the carpeted floor as I finish removing my clothes. Tiernan watches me, lying on his back, on my bed, with a smirk on his lips and all the confidence in the world in his eyes.
“I see your big balls aren’t only in the way you speak to me.”
“Shut the fuck up.” But I almost…smile. Why the fuck am I almost smiling at Tiernan O’Shea?
I don’t move, and he doesn’t take his gaze off me as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, kicks out of them, then tosses them to the floor, followed by his underwear. He’s taking his sweet time, and I have no doubt he’s doing it on purpose, trying to drive me out of my fucking mind. It’s working.
I stroke my cock while he goes button by button before he takes off his shirt…and then the cocky motherfucker throws it at my face and laughs, this rich, almost happy sound that throws me for a loop.