Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“That’s it. Take it. Just like that. Oh fuck, that’s good. Mmm.” His fingers tightened in my hair.
This straitlaced attorney telling me to take his cock in my mouth was pressing all of my buttons.
I moved down to pull one of his balls into my mouth to tease him just a little bit more before sucking his cock again.
“Fuck, Xavier,” he gasped before biting his fist to shut himself up.
When his warm spunk hit my tongue and throat, I was pleasantly surprised he hadn’t warned me off. He hadn’t given me the choice once I’d brought up our statuses.
Good.
The rush of tasting his release, of knowing I was the one who wrung it from him, was heady. I stood up and ripped open my pants, rucking my shirt up my chest to get it out of the way as I stroked myself a few quick times until my own release hit.
“Aw, fuck,” I grunted, staring down at his glistening wet cock lying half-flaccid now against his inner thigh. Damn, he was sexy. The perfect combination of sexy, bossy, and completely uninterested in me beyond a physical release.
I glanced up at his eyes and found them riveted on my cock in my cum-covered fist. The apples of his cheeks were dark, and his tongue came out to wet his lips.
“You like that?” I teased softly. “Seeing how hard you made me come? How much I liked sucking your cock?”
His eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and then he quickly began repairing his clothing.
When he was put back together, he reached for his legal bag and straightened up. Then he cleared his throat. “Thank you and… good luck with the, ah… case.”
Then he turned and bolted. If the door had been hung on the opposite edge, the entire hospital would have seen me standing there with my cock out. Instead, I was mostly hidden behind the large wooden door.
I quickly closed it and locked it, glancing around for something to clean up with.
It was an empty patient room, which meant there was a sink with paper towels in the near corner. As I cleaned up, I thought back to his impersonal “thank you” and his quick departure.
I couldn’t help but grin.
Honovi Baptiste was as much of an asshole as I was.
5
HONOVI
I still wasn’t sure what had come over me. It had been three weeks since whatever out-of-body experience had convinced me to drag that man into a hospital room to perform a sex act with me.
Even in college, I’d never done anything so risky and impulsive. I was kind of the king of no fun.
Instead of being “random hookup guy” or “sex in public guy,” I was the guy who had lists of lists. Who had calendars. Plural.
But even three weeks later, I still blushed whenever I thought about Xavier’s hot mouth on my cock.
That can never happen again, I reminded myself for the millionth time as I waited in line for coffee at the cafe near the courthouse. Never. That’s not who I am. I’m an adult. If I want my dick sucked, I can use an app like everyone else.
But to be honest, I didn’t want to use an app. I’d tried it years ago and had quickly learned Hobie was an even smaller town when you used a hookup app. No, thanks. Now, I avoided them unless I was outside of Hobie, which meant I wasn’t having sex regularly.
Which meant I had become obsessed with hooking up with Xavier again, if only for a guaranteed no-strings encounter. Dr. Rhodes clearly wasn’t interested in getting to know me or romancing me, but if he wanted to get to know my dick again, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.
Just maybe not in a public space next time.
“Hot foam?”
I blinked at Sis Thomas, who was glancing at me expectantly with her marker poised over the paper coffee cup. “Uh, yeah. Please. And sugar. Thanks.”
After paying, I stepped aside and pulled out my phone to check the time. I still had ten minutes before I was due in court. It would take me only five to get through security at the courthouse entrance.
The two women in line behind me were wearing scrubs and gossiping. I’d managed not to pay attention to them until I heard one of them say, “Dr. Rhodes,” in the kind of awestruck voice of a sycophant.
Even after taking my coffee from the barista’s hands, I hung around listening.
“Saved that lady’s life,” one of the nurses continued. “Have you ever seen an emergency thoracotomy before? I still can’t believe it.”
“I heard his first week here, he did a stat emergency C-section for a pregnant lady in cardiac arrest. Saved the mom and the baby.”
I wanted to roll my eyes at their blatant hero worship, but it was hard not to be impressed. If these nurses had been impressed, then it must have been something.