Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Yes.” The shaky, breathless word made my cock harden even more. I was desperate to wrap my hand around his cock and mine and jerk us off together, but then things would be over way too fast. I was determined to move slowly so I could get him to the point where he was sobbing into his pillow with pleasure.
“You really know how to tempt a man.” I nipped at his neck, and he whimpered and squirmed against me.
His body knew exactly what it wanted, even as he shook his head. “I… I don’t.”
I placed a finger over his lips. “Hush.” I let go of his throat, worked myself out of my jacket, then pulled my shirt over my head, not caring when studs went scattering. “I need to feel you against me.”
“Please.” He sounded fucking desperate, and I loved it.
I pressed our bodies together and shuddered at the intensity of the contact. I was used to being the one who drove other men to beg, to plead, to get on their knees, but right then, I would have said anything to keep this going.
Nikolai moaned. “You’re so big.”
I grinned down at him. “You’re right about that.”
“You make me…”
I gripped his chin and forced his head up. “Tell me. How do I make you feel?”
“Needy, hot. Please.”
“What do you want from me? Tell me.”
He shook his head. “I… can’t.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“I… I need to come. I need… Please touch me. Please.” He whimpered, and I needed to hear that sound again and again.
I slid my hands up and down his sides. “Your skin is burning hot. You’re so ready to be fucked.”
“Yes. Please.”
I smiled down at him. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Everywhere.”
I gripped his waist tightly, and he opened his eyes and met my gaze. “Where, Nikolai?”
His teeth sank into his lower lip, and he didn’t speak.
I caressed his throat. “Here?”
“I… yes, but…”
“Where else?” He shook his head and closed his eyes again. “Keep your eyes open.”
“I can’t.”
He was going to learn a lot tonight about what he could do. “Do it.”
He looked at me again. I could see his pulse fluttering along the side of his neck. Mine. My mind yelled as I stared at him. I needed him to be mine.
Stop thinking like that. He’s a hookup, nothing more.
I knew that was how it had to be, but I didn’t like it. I was buzzing with energy that had to be released, preferably by fucking him, then punching his father in his lying face. “You can tell me anything.”
He shook his head. “I can’t say it.”
“You have to.” When he didn’t respond, I flicked my thumb over one of his nipples, then bent to draw it into my mouth. He panted and writhed, seeming not to know if he wanted me to stop or if he wanted more. “Ask.”
He raised his hands from where they’d been pressed into the wall, steadying him, and he started undoing his pants.
I pushed his hands away. “Hold on to me, and I’ll do that.”
He wrapped his arms around my neck. I slowly lowered his zipper and then ran a finger along his cock. “Here? Is this where you want me to touch you?”
“Please.”
I caressed his stomach, letting my hand slide along his treasure trail. “Tell me.”
He whimpered. “My cock. I need you to touch my cock.”
“See. You can do it.”
I freed his cock from his briefs and lifted my hand to his mouth. “Get it good and wet.”
“Lorenzo!” He sounded shocked, but he took hold of my wrist, pulled my hand to his face, and tentatively licked my palm.
“You can do better than that, Nikolai. I want it dripping with your spit.”
“Oh my God.” He turned my hand, cupped it, and spat into my palm. “Call me Niko.”
My cock jumped, begging to be freed. Dear God, could I really handle this without snapping? I had to. I wasn’t stopping now.
“That’s it, Niko. Now, lick it, spread that spit around.”
He closed his eyes and ran his tongue all over my palm and fingers. Jesus. I could’ve come in my pants if he kept that up.
Finally, I pulled my hand back. “Good boy.”
He sucked in his breath.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
“I… yes.”
I teased his nipple, and he arched into my hand. “You’re so good, Niko. I’m going to make you come now, and you’re going to thank me.”
“Yes, God yes.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him slowly. When he whimpered, I tightened my grip, working him harder and faster.
“Please, Lorenzo. Please.”
“What do you want?”
“Need you. Need to come. Need you to be the one.”
Fuck. I was the one who could pleasure him. No way in fuck would Ivanov’s brutality make him want like this. The fucker wouldn’t care about Niko’s pleasure. He should come home with me.