Series: Cobalt Empire Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 215301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 861(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 861(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
I’m shocked when he does first.
Tom rotates and shoves a fancy bottle of face wash in my chest. “This’ll get the red ink off.” He jerks his head to the shower. Flush has ascended his neck.
My lips inch up, and I set the face wash on the counter by his waist, just so I can pull my shirt off over my head and arms. I chuck it on the floor. “There are easier ways to get me naked, nepo baby. You don’t need to construct a huge ploy.”
“Not a ploy, dude.” He leans against the sink. “A demand.”
“Oh, a demand.” I shove my half-undone cargo pants down my thighs, watching him drink in the various tattoos across my fair skin. Then I kick my pants aside. After I take off my socks, I roll down my boxer-briefs and step out of those. I’m buck-naked.
I let him see all of me. Tom mutters, “Holy shit,” staring at the muscles leading to my cock. It’s taking real restraint on my part not to be all over him. My fingers twitch, and I rub my knuckles to stop myself from drawing him into my chest.
Slow down with him.
I’m trying.
Tom drags a hand back and forth over his neck. Flustering him is an unquantifiable turn-on. I can’t keep my hand off my dick. I have to stroke my pulsing erection, and as soon as I touch myself, Tom shoots a glare at me with a frustrated groan.
“Dude,” he snaps.
I glare back. “You told me to get naked.”
“Not to touch yourself.”
“Sorry. I suck at following directions. Probably because I like giving them.” I eye him, up-down. “Take your fucking clothes off or I’ll rip them off you.”
Tom doesn’t move a muscle, except for the smile edging across his mouth.
Looks like he made his choice. Two steps closer and I crash into his lips, kissing him fervently while I clutch his face. Then I yank down his jeans. I draw his muscle shirt over his head between breaths. I can’t strip him fast enough as need wraps around me in a vise.
Once all his clothes are on the floor, I kiss him into the shower. His hands fly to my face, to the back of my head, as I deepen the body-wrenching kiss. He holds me so close. God. Tom is eager and forceful and something I’ve never felt before. Something fun. It’s like making out with joy. I feel his grin beneath my lips more than once.
I shove his shoulders into the black-tiled wall, and he grips my neck with a laugh as he says, “Is that your best move?”
“No, I give you my worst moves,” I say with heat, eyeing his arrogant fucking smirk. “Keep smiling now. You better get it all out before I shove my cock in your fucking mouth.”
His breath catches, but he tilts his chin up. “All you do is threaten, dude.”
“You think I’m all talk?” I bear my hips into him, our cocks grinding together.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, staring down at how our bodies weld.
I’m so lit up. I cup the edges of his jaw with both hands. I make sure he’s looking me in the eyes before I say, “I’m going to fuck your face now. Okay?” He needs to know this isn’t an empty threat.
Tom mutters a masculine, groaning, “Holy…fuck, dude.”
I smile a little, but it vanishes under the sheer craving for him. “Holy fuck, what?”
“Don’t say it like that.”
I growl against his mouth, “Like I’m going to choke you with my cock? Like you’re going to love every second of it? Does that work with the yellow light?”
He nods and laces his fingers on his head like I’m starving him of oxygen. His abs flex, and I run my palm down his lean muscles. I rub him and me together while I wait to figure out if I should push him to his knees or if it might be too much for him.
His arms drop to my shoulders. “Phoenix.” I watch his eyes tighten shut, his lips remain parted with sharp noises. “Phoenix, Phoenix.” I love the raw vulnerability in his voice. He says my name like he needs me, like he’s pleading with me not to go anywhere.
“Fuck,” I grunt out, my muscles straining in hot, flexed bands.
He grits his teeth, and he reaches over to turn on the shower. I smack his hand away.
“I want to fucking hear you,” I whisper.
He groans between his shut lips, especially as I let go of our cocks. I want him in my mouth too fucking badly. Squatting down, I take his perfect length between my lips and to the back of my throat. He braces his shoulders to the wall, saying my name like a wounded plea. “Phoenix.”
Jesus, fuck.
The second Tom looks down at me, he jerks forward. I taste him on my tongue as the hottest noise breaches his clenched teeth. He digs his skull into the black-tiled wall, cursing while he comes.