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)
Instantly, I like it too much.
It’s not just that his mouth ends up right in front of my cock.
It’s also the way he looks. The way his whole expression changes when he finally surrenders to the fact that some part of him has been deeply craving this for God knows how long. And despite the fact that his lips are right in front of my dick, I know I’m not going to let him touch it.
Not yet.
“Quit fucking around and get it over with,” he murmurs.
I feel the corner of my lips come up with a hint of a smile. “Impatient.”
I grip my dick and give it a slow stroke, just inches from his mouth.
And he looks like some perfect, obedient dark angel in this moment.
I can’t even remember if I’ve wanted to shove my cock past his lips in the past, to shut him up when he gave me attitude.
I’m sure I entertained the fantasy, once or twice.
But it’s a whole different thing entirely to actually see him there.
I put my fingertips against his lips with my free hand as I stroke my cock harder with the other.
I bring the pad of my thumb to his lower lip and tug at it for a moment before I push further into his mouth, meeting his teeth before he opens up for me.
Give me your tongue.
“There you go,” I utter under my breath as I slide my thumb onto his tongue, stroking over it and making my cock pulse in response.
He sucks my finger harder, hot and slick, and the feeling of his tongue sparks something ravenous in me.
The urge to fuck his throat is colossal.
His mouth is there—right there—and I know damn well he’d take my cock like it was a gift.
There’s too much to like about this.
About him.
It occurs to me just how many boxes he ticks off for me, just by the sheer fact of who Noah Vancliff is:
Unavailable, because he’s so insistent that he’s straight… and I love unavailable people.
Check.
Hot as fuck, while also having a defiant attitude.
Check.
Someone who actually responds naturally well to being coaxed onto his knees…
Check, check, check.
I’ve been looking for this.
Starved for this.
I keep focusing on his glossy dark hair, then looking down toward those ruddy lips wrapped around my thumb, and I’m imagining them everywhere else on my body.
And a barrage of thoughts hits me all at once, conspiring to push me to the edge.
Did not know how badly I want you, Noah.
Want you like this.
Want you bent over, too.
Want you choking on my cock while I push as many fingers inside you as I please, because I know how much you’d fucking like that, too—
“Fuck. Going to come,” I tell him in a broken breath.
I grip my cock harder and as his tongue flicks over the pad of my thumb again, that’s enough.
Tease.
Gorgeous, annoying, perfect fucking tease.
I groan deeply and exhale as the wave crests inside of me, sensation pooling at the base of my cock.
He’s not moving away after my warning, and I realize he’s inviting me to come all over his pretty face.
His eyes communicate one thing, loud and clear:
Give it to me.
I whisper a curse under my breath before breaking off into a low groan, spilling white out over the lower half of Noah’s face.
Like that.
Exactly.
Like.
That.
It’s the best fucking sight I’ve seen in weeks. Months. Possibly years. A few streaks hit my own hand, but more land on his cheek and the edge of his lips.
White streaked over that deep red pout.
Like a pretty expressionist painting.
Too good.
Really fucking good.
As I catch my breath, my body feels completely and utterly spent, a state of mind that often feels elusive to me.
I slide my thumb off of his tongue slowly and watch him closely.
I still want more.
A forbidden fire is still burning in my chest.
I have to push it.
Right to the fucking limit.
I give him a little nod, then a command.
“Lick it clean.”
He doesn’t miss a beat.
“Make me.”
Holy fuck, too perfect.
I move forward in an instant, pushing the flagging tip of my cock to his lips.
His tongue comes out and he actually fucking does it, taking a lick from the cum streaked over my tip, and it feels like I’ve won something knowing that I’ll forever be the first man he’s ever tasted.
At first I assume that’s all he’ll be willing to do.
But I watch in astonishment as his tongue comes out again, and he uses it to clean my cock completely, lapping over me and making me wish I could come again right this second. He cleans the back of my hand and the corner of his afterward, too, taking every drop I spilled.
Where the hell did you come from?
A thousand tiny wishes spring up inside of me.
If he’s willing to do that, what else would he do for me?