Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“Do them,” he rasps out. “Do them all. But first, let’s get your arm—”
“Fuck that. I want free rein of your body tonight, and I’m damn sure not letting that fucking sling get in the way.”
He gives me a half-smirk when what I expected was a fight. “Okay. I’m not even going to argue about it tonight.”
I chuckle, then kiss him again, easing him backward, our mouths never parting. When his legs hit the bed, Abbott collapses onto it, completely naked, cock hard and tall between his muscular thighs.
“Fuck,” I say, and without giving myself time to overthink it—just wanting to taste him, please him, show him how much I crave him—I kneel on the floor.
“Rian?” It’s impossible to miss the question in his voice.
While I have jerked him off, that’s as far as I’ve gone, but looking at him, at how hard he is for me, how beautiful this man is—both inside and out—his willingness to give me so much fucking more than I deserve, all I want to do is give some of that back to him. To make this the best fucking night of his life, so he won’t have any doubts about how much I crave him.
“I want to have this with you,” I say, reaching out and stroking his hot length. “I want to give this to you…something no one else has had from me, something no one else will.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“Yes.” I hold his gaze with my own. “I can.”
My own dick is hard behind the sleep pants I’m wearing, but I don’t set myself free. This moment is just about Abbott.
Leaning down, I lash my tongue against the tip of his cock. The taste of his salty skin, of the drop of precum there, is fucking delicious. It—no—he immediately goes to my head, and I do it again, before wrapping my lips around him. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never done this before, that I never thought I would. I hunger for it, and I’m going to be the best damn cocksucker I can be because if anyone deserves it, it’s him.
“Jesus,” he rasps out, voice deeper and huskier than it usually is.
I can’t take him as deep as he does me. I’m still adjusting to the feel of my lips around his cock, at the heavy weight of his shaft against my tongue, at the musky, heady, fucking incredible scent of being between his legs. It’s like a drug I didn’t know I yearned for until I had it, and now that I have, I know I’ll be addicted to the memory of it forever.
I push him backward so Abbott is lying on his back. He bends his knees, placing his feet flat on the mattress.
I stroke him while dipping lower to taste his nut sac. I love the feel of his mouth on mine and want to see if his body reacts the same way.
“Oh fuck yes,” he says, making me smile while I suck on his balls for a moment, before going back to his cock.
“I never knew how much I would love this,” I say, sliding my tongue up the length of him. “Just you,” I say. “Only you will have my mouth this way. Tell me you know it.”
“I know it,” he says breathlessly.
“Again.”
“Fuck, I know it, Rian. I believe you.”
How he can believe a man like me, I’ll never know, but I’m thankful that he can. I swallow his dick as far as I can again, bob on it, try to take him deeper when I can, as I learn how to pleasure him this way.
Every sound he makes, each time his hand tightens in my hair, my dick gets harder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me. “I can’t believe I can have you this way. That you want me.”
“I’ll always want you.” The promise is easy to make. It’s the kind of man I am. I don’t connect easily with people, but when I do, for whatever reason, that’s it for me.
I’m not saying I love him, not saying that what we share is the same as what I had before, but it’s a part of me, another pleasure I don’t deserve, but will treasure forever. And when he’s gone, when I kill him, I’ll ache with the pain of that for the rest of my life.
This time, when I take him back into my mouth, I go slower, looking at him. Abbott’s resting on his elbows, with an unreadable expression on his face. It’s more than pleasure, and damned if it doesn’t hurt to see.
I don’t let myself turn away from him though, as the picture begins to form, and I see that he’s watching the man who he wants to pleasure him less than twenty-four hours before I’m supposed to take his life.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.