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)
I give him a quick upward nod. “You still have those Calvin Kleins?”
His face looks flushed. His hair is wet, and he must have just rinsed off.
“I do.”
I slide my hand under his athletic shirt, gripping his hip. “Put them on. Why are you so warm?”
“I just got out of the shower.”
“Right. I figured.”
I can’t think straight. I can’t stay on a coherent thread of thought.
I move into the living room and a minute later he comes out, wearing the underwear. The waistband hugs his skin like a glove, and every cell in my body is suddenly pulsing with need.
“Face down,” I command, nodding at the sofa.
He lies there in front of me and looks back over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
I drop my book bag on the floor and stride over, leaning over him. I yank the underwear hard to one side, exposing his ass.
I bend down and bite on one of his ass cheeks, and he pulls in a sharp breath.
Then I let my tongue lap between his cheeks.
I pull them apart even further until I see his hole. My tongue slides over it, and he moans this time, deeply and beautifully.
“Chase,” he breathes.
He’s still fresh from his shower and he tastes clean and smells even better.
“Anyone ever done this to you?” I ask before swirling around him again.
“Never.”
I’m so used to Logan being the one who’s more experienced with men. The idea that I’m the first to give him this is maddeningly intoxicating.
That feeling of power that I’m always such a glutton for.
I slide my tongue over his hole again, and his body relaxes, then tenses, then relaxes again. At first I think I’m only going to do it for a minute. But then Logan starts to push back against my tongue like he’s enjoying it even more than I expected.
So I tease him.
I let my tongue press just a little inside, but I don’t give more. And when he’s practically humping the sofa I flip him over, shoving at his thighs to get him where I want him, face up.
I plunge my mouth low onto his cock, taking him deep all at once. I keep one arm wrapped around him, feeling him from behind, trailing my fingers over his slicked hole over and over.
I need you like this. The thought burns through my mind. All of the goddamn time.
I reduce him to a moaning mess beneath me, taking him close to the edge half a dozen times and then working him back.
Right when I think he’s getting close to coming, I pause. I slide off of his cock, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.
He hates it.
He loves it, too, though.
I lean back down and let my mouth roam upward on his body, denying him the release for another moment.
I press my lips to the skin just above his thigh and I stop there, sucking hard. I stay there, sucking until I pull off and see the mark I left on his skin. It’ll darken even more tomorrow. It will be beautiful.
“Chase,” he says in a low tone.
I move up further, letting my lips linger on his chest, right by his nipple. I suck another mark onto his skin there, too, taking my time and sliding my tongue over him, punctuating it with a little bite.
Then I do it again on his collarbone.
I feel like my body is possessed by something I can’t control, and every time he moans underneath me, it’s being fed.
Finally he says my name again.
I hover over him, staring at him intently, breathing evenly.
One of my hands is pressed onto the couch cushion on either side of his face, and Logan is my entire field of view below me.
“Gonna spare your face, and your neck, because you’re famous,” I murmur, “but you’re going to know you’re marked by me. All over your body. Everywhere I want you to be.”
I bring one hand up to brush my thumb over his lower lip.
His eyes are wide, pupils blown out like I already fucked him senseless.
“You going to make me get your name fucking tattooed on my skin next?” he says in a low murmur, but there’s no venom in his voice.
I squeeze his arm.
“I’d do it myself,” I tell him.
I could lean in and kiss him.
I’m so close to his face, and I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
But I don’t.
I fucking can’t.
And I don’t want to think about why.
I drop low again. I bring his cock into my mouth and work him in a hard rhythm until he’s unraveling beneath me, saying a string of curse words and coming on my tongue, leaning back and giving me the gift of his ragged, desperate moan.
I’m so greedy for him. And so weightless, at the same time.
Every time he comes for me, I just want to make him do it again. Keep my hands on his skin. Hold him until he melts into me, our bodies merging until I don’t know if the heat between us is mine or his.