Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
And I’m happy to see, given how much he’s leaking, that he’s just as eager.
Of course, from what I hear, that’s Dax in a nutshell.
Placing my hand on the back of his head, I pull him down to me, taking another kiss, lapping up the taste of whiskey and Coke, which he must’ve been drinking earlier at the party.
“You want…this mouth?” I ask between kisses. “I’m honestly not sure you can handle it.”
“I promise I can.” He sounds so fucking serious, I don’t doubt him.
“Don’t disappoint me. I want my cock in that ass before we get out of here.”
“I never disappoint.”
Only now, in a sick way, it feels like a challenge. Fuck, I’m a sadist.
I sit up, hooking my arms under his thighs and hoisting him into the air as I push to my feet beside the bed.
“Show-off,” he teases, but his expression is stoic as I carry him over to the desk in front of the window.
“Hook your legs around me,” I tell him, and again, he follows instructions so well, giving me a chance to clear some space before setting him down.
“Wasn’t expecting that,” he says.
“You didn’t think I was gonna be some boring bed lay, did you?”
“I doubt it would’ve been boring.”
“Let’s stick to what I need to know. You comfortable?”
“Aw, looking out for my ass? How sweet.”
“There’s only one thing I want to wreck tonight,” I assure him, and despite how confident and sure of himself he is, I notice the way his Adam’s apple bobs, like he’s wondering just how intense a fuck it’ll be. Guess he’ll find out.
His ass hangs off the edge of the desk slightly, lining up just right for my cock when I’m ready for him. I consider removing the skirt and jock, and I might have if he didn’t look so fucking sexy with his cock poking out like this, twitching slightly, which makes my mouth water before I lean close and give him a lick.
Dax threads his fingers through my hair, moaning. “Fuck.”
I should be generous, but something wicked in me is in control of my movements. I don’t know if it’s this chemistry between us or knowing how experienced he is, but I feel like I have something to prove tonight. There’s also a villainous part of me that enjoys the thought of torturing his body, putting him through it so I’ll be branded on his memory for the rest of his fucking life. A stain that’ll always be on him, an experience no shower will ever be able to rinse off.
With another sweep of my tongue, I slide up his shaft, and when I get to the head, I taste the salt of the precum that’s already there, let it linger on my tongue… Of course he would taste this good. Of course it would leave me wanting more. I suck at the head while cupping his balls, toying with them, and the way his cock hops up assures me he likes that. Starting to wonder what the hell this guy doesn’t like.
I’m tempted to take him into my mouth, but I have one thing I need to be sure of first. “Don’t come until I tell you to.” It doesn’t just come out as an instruction, but a warning, as though I intend to punish him if he does. Maybe I will.
He peeks at me, and I’m waiting for him to make some smart-ass comment, but instead he says, “I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
His response satisfies me. I love him surrendering to what I want nearly as much as I enjoy leaving him on edge, controlling his experience.
As I slide him into my mouth, I unfasten my belt, undo my fly, giving myself some relief from how tight it’s been as my clothes restrained my crotch. While I’m taking him deeper, I grab a condom from my back pocket, setting it on the desk before dragging my jeans and boxers down far enough that I can jerk myself some while his cock swells in my mouth.
His body shifts as he leans back. “Holy hell, Miles.”
His encouragement has me pumping with my head, and he subtly rocks his hips as I lose it, shifting up and down quickly, totally enjoying the way he feels against the insides of my cheeks, against my tongue, throbbing before I get another burst of precum.
I’m so fucking proud of it. I earned it.
“Fuck, you’re getting me way too close.”
I’m going right to the fucking edge, which is dangerous, but hell, even if the guy comes, I doubt he’d complain about a round two.
“Miles…” he says, his tone a warning, and I force myself to still. He groans. “Ah, I’m right there…like if you move, I swear I’m gonna…”
It’s just another challenge as he tightens his grip on my hair, as though he’s having to will himself to maintain control when all his body wants is release. But he knows I’m not ready for that, not just yet, and clearly, neither is he.