Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“How is that part of the deal?” he whispers, but he’s still gazing at it.
“You’re going to watch me come, and then maybe I’ll see about giving you what you want so badly. I told you what would happen next time.”
He furrows his brow. “That’s not what this is.”
“So you’re not curious to watch another man come?”
“Maybe if it weren’t attached to you.”
He keeps glancing at my cock and then dropping his gaze away again, like he can’t help but check it out each time before his shame catches back up with him.
He’s freaking out a little.
Not in full-blown panic, but enough.
He turns to stride past me, seemingly heading for the door, but I gently reach out and brush my hand against his wrist as he’s walking by.
I’m surprised he doesn’t rip his arm away.
He stands there, facing toward the door instead of me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I ask him.
He doesn’t respond for a moment, but then the words flood out of him.
“How idiotic I am for being in the same room as you. For doing any of this. I’m so fucked in the head.”
I let my fingers slide down until I’m holding his hand.
“You’re not fucked in the head for thinking this is hot, Noah.”
He still hasn’t dropped his hand away. He drags his thumb over mine and it makes my cock twitch.
But then his fingers tighten against mine, his grip getting stronger.
“This isn’t going to happen all summer,” he says. “Understand me? I need to come, and you're here. But this is over afterward.”
I move my other hand to his hip, spinning him around until he’s finally looking me in the eye again. I step toward him until the front of my body presses up against his.
“Sure thing,” I tell him, pulling up the hem of his shirt, just a little. I look down at the V-shape below his abs that leads down past his waistband. I trail my fingertip over it, and I see goosebumps form on his skin.
Then he clasps his hand around my forearm, steadying me.
“I’m serious,” he says.
I meet his gaze.
“I know you are. I am, too.”
“Do you understand?” he says. “This only happens once.”
“Yes, Noah, I understand. I’m not going to show up in your room unannounced and jerk myself off… like you did at the hotel.”
He narrows his eyes. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
I hum. “I don’t want to.”
“One time only,” he reiterates.
“Casual is the only thing I do, Daisy,” I tell him. “I can leave right now. Just say the word—”
“No. Don’t leave,” he says, his grip tightening on my arm before he drops it away.
I nod. “Okay.”
I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “Okay.”
I grip the base of my dick and give it a couple of slow, solid strokes, holding Noah’s gaze. He seems to relax a little again, and his eyelids drop as he watches me work my cock for a few moments.
With my other hand, I brush my fingertips over my nipple ring, nodding at him.
“Touch me here.”
His eyes get that slightly hypnotized look the moment he’s focused on it, bringing his fingers up to gently pinch me. Anytime Noah is fixated on me like this, part of his internal armor seems to drop, giving way to the curiosity beneath the surface.
His lashes flick upward, then in a fluid motion, he dips low and puts his lips to my nipple, running his tongue along it.
I hum at the sudden flood of warmth.
No reason that should feel as good as it does.
I bring my fingers up to tuck into his hair, impossibly soft, cradling the back of his head as he slides his tongue along my skin.
“Good boy,” I murmur quietly.
He exhales against my skin, and I feel his breath on my chest.
When he stands up straight again, I go for the waistband of his pants, teasing along the ridge of the fabric for a moment.
And then I push my hand past the waistband and reach down to grip his cock.
“Jesus, Torin,” Noah whispers.
I hum in response. “Yes, Noah.”
I push his pants and underwear down inch by inch until his cock is freed like mine. I want him naked now, and after he steps out of his pants, he pulls off his shirt and there’s nothing but skin between us.
“God, I am going to come so fucking hard,” I utter, and I see his cock throb in response. “On your knees. Now.”
“Fuck you.” He glares. “You can’t order me around.”
“Trying to act like you don’t love it?”
I reach up to his shoulders and give him a little push downward. Despite his protests, he doesn’t hesitate to get lower at all, dropping down onto each knee in front of me.
Fuck.
Sensation floods my body as I see him from this angle. Staring up at me from under his dark rows of lashes.