Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Are you scared?” I ask him.
“Of?”
“Of what I want to do to you.”
He swallows, looking up at me. “When you ask it like that, yes.”
“Good. I like that.” The corner of my mouth comes up in a smile. I exhale, breaking his gaze for a moment because I can hardly stand it.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks.
“I’m not going to hurt you or something. I just… well, I like being in control.”
Fuck, that cannot be making me hard.
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” he says.
“I don’t understand why you act so proper all of the time. Even when you’re drunk. You fold your napkins. Straighten things out on my bar.”
“You don’t like having your things in order? I call it peaceful.”
“No. But you seem good at doing what you’re told.”
His eyelids flutter shut and I run my fingers through his soft hair until he opens them again.
I try to calm the riot in my chest, taking a breath. “Are you sure you want me to—”
“Yes,” he says firmly.
My fingers find the button at the top of my jeans a moment later, right in front of his face. I fumble as I try to work it open, and I keep missing the catch.
The soft zip finally fills the air as I pull down my fly. I shove my pants down a little and expose an expanse of skin, feeling the wind hit the air from my lower abs all the way to the top of my groin.
His eyes flick lower.
As I push my clothes down, my cock comes out, inch by inch, until it bobs free.
I let it hang.
I fucking love the way my cock looks, and there’s something intensely satisfying about showing it off to someone who might appreciate it. My throat catches, and I run my palm along my hardening shaft, watching him watch me.
“That’s a lot,” he says in a low tone.
I fizz a little from the compliment. “Thank you.”
“Usually, when people brag about something, it’s undeserved, but you were not lying. No wonder you act like your dick is some gift to the world.”
I grip it tight. I watch Logan’s eyes as I give myself a long, lazy stroke right in front of his face.
I pull in a short breath. “Do you usually go for younger guys?”
“God, no.”
I furrow my brow. “You say it like you’re offended I asked.”
He gives me this icy stare that for some reason I enjoy. “I’ve never been with anyone younger than me. Really not my thing.”
“But I’m your thing?”
“Not what I said.”
“You said I have a perfect cock and I could fuck anyone I wanted.”
He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, looking like he’s trying to collect himself. Suddenly everything snaps into place, going from surreal curiosity into something very real.
My cock is already aching.
I go a little feral when a girl smells good, and the fact that it’s happening from a man makes me feel a little woozy.
I stroke myself a few times until I’m completely hard, and when my gaze finds Logan’s again, he’s staring at my tip.
“Logan.”
“Yes?”
I nod down at him. “Open your fucking mouth.”
The reaction in him is explosive, catching me by surprise. He brings a hand forward, clutching at the denim of my pants as he glares up at me.
“No one talks to me like that.”
“Maybe I do.”
I take my free hand and stroke my palm along his hair again, which I swear is like fucking silk. It calms me, every time I touch it, or when I touch him anywhere, honestly.
I’m a complete fucking tactile slut.
And if it feels this good, why should I stop to question it?
“How do you actually have the nerve?” he mutters, almost like he’s saying it to himself more than to me.
But he’s still not getting up off his knees.
“Don’t make me overthink this,” I say in a low voice, pulling in a breath. I look up at the night sky, then back down at him. “I overthink fucking everything, and I feel like I’m losing my mind, but if you want my cock, open your mouth.”
He parts his lips. And it’s like seeing a green light when I’m in a fucking Ferrari.
I close the distance between us and lean forward to push my firm tip against his lips, and I feel him sigh against me.
The heat of his breath lands on my cock, and as he parts his lips further for me, a tiny gleam of precum escapes my tip and smears against his upper lip.
“Oh, fuck, that is so fucking good,” I utter. “More.”
I don’t think.
I don’t give myself a moment to.
The hot slickness of his mouth surrounds me, and I push in further, taking his mouth.
CHAPTER 5
LOGAN
My cock throbs like a traitor between my legs.
I open for Chase and he slides along my tongue as soon as he has access, not hesitating for a moment. He does move slowly, though, like he’s offering each inch of his cock like a gift.