Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Alex blinked, then his lips curled into a wicked smirk. He looked down as his hands went to my jeans. Three seconds later, he had them open and dove his hand into my briefs.
I jerked as his warm hand encircled my aching shaft. “Shit.” Did his hand feel better than any other one that had touched me, or was I so lust-drunk that my brain was making shit up?
“Wait,” I croaked as he worked me over with proficient strokes.
His hand stilled but never left my dick. One of his dark eyebrows jumped to an arch. “Problem?”
“Take yourself out. Give me your cock. Let me see how hard you are for me.”
His nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge, but he followed my command. As soon as his hand left my briefs, I reached into my back pocket, where I’d had the foresight to stash a packet of lube. Call me an optimist, but I’d hoped this would happen after work again tonight. Who knew we’d run into each other at lunch and find the perfect opportunity for a little afternoon delight?
I shoved my pants to my ankles but didn’t bother to kick them or my shoes off. Neither did Alex. Next went our underwear. We had to look ridiculous as hell standing in my new foyer with our pants at our feet and our hard dicks reaching straight out, but neither of us had the excess brain capacity to give a shit.
I held up the lube packet. “Prepared this time.”
Alex snorted. “Wow, pretty damn sure of yourself, huh?”
“Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?” I ripped the packet open with my teeth, spitting the torn piece to the side.
Alex’s head thumped the door as he stared up at the ceiling. “That should not be hot. Why the fuck was that so hot?” His growly mumble was most likely not meant to be answered, but I wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to tease.
I chuckled. “Because confidence is hot, and I’ve got confidence in spades.”
His gaze dropped back to eye level as he grunted a laugh. “Don’t you mean arrogance?”
As I laughed, I drizzled the lube over my dick, drawing Alex’s stare. The cool gel against my most sensitive skin had me gritting my teeth. I stepped forward, bringing our dicks in line and making both of us gasp. “Maybe, but it’s still working on you.”
He made a noise I couldn’t decipher, but it couldn’t have been that bad because he reached for our cocks. Before he could get there, I slapped his hand away. “I know it’s your turn, but I’m greedy. Keep your hands on the wall, or better yet, my ass.”
His teeth sank into his lower lip before he spoke again. “Figures the rich boy who’s used to getting whatever he wants would be bossy as hell.”
I shrugged. “My apartment, my rules.”
“If you don’t do something soon, it’s going to be your hand, your dick, and only your dick.”
I threw back my head and laughed. Who the fuck knew Alex could be so much fun? Did he ever let other people see this playful side of him? I’d known him for years and never knew he could joke and tease in this manner. I loved it. Sex, of any kind, should be fun as well as hot, and this was the perfect combination.
“Now look who’s bossy.” But I did as he demanded and wrapped my hand around both our dicks. I wasn’t stupid enough to buck an order like that.
“Fuck yes,” he said on an exhale.
“Right?” There was something so incredible about the slide of two dicks against each other. Sure, I loved fucking, but I would happily get off this way again and again.
My hand wouldn’t fit around both of us, but Alex didn’t seem to mind. He thrust into my grip as I jerked us with fast, borderline rough strokes.
Alex clung to my hips, sinking his fingers into the sides of my ass. He massaged my flesh as though praising me with his touch for my treatment of our cocks. “Fuck, you know how to work a dick.”
I loved everything about this—the feel of two thick cocks in my hand, the constant slide against him, knowing I was making him feel as good as I felt. It was a sensory high and a power trip all wrapped up in one heady hand-fuck, and I never wanted it to end.
He bit his lower lip, making it puffy, red, and slick. It drew my gaze with a power I couldn’t ignore. Once again, I had the overwhelming urge to kiss him. To feel his mouth move against mine as we soared closer to the edge.
I groaned.
We didn’t kiss. It was an intimacy too far. One that would make this more than two coworkers scratching an itch.
But God, it was tempting.