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)
There is no fucking way.
Please, universe, God, whoever is listening, do not make this embarrassingly short.
“Okay?” he asks. “This fall under a yellow light?”
“Ye—yes, yeah.”
“Spit or lube?” he asks. In my one literal second of silence, he adds, “You have lube?”
“Uh, yeah. Spit, spit, spit.” I don’t think I can wait, and it’s not like he’s going to be inside of me. He’s just jacking me off.
Just jacking me off. Like this isn’t the most unraveling thing that’s ever happened to me.
He spits in his palm. That was too hot. I grit my teeth to keep my composure, but a noise still finds its way out of my shut lips when he wraps his fingers around me and strokes me in a toe-curling rhythm. He leans closer at the same time, his mouth sending shivers up my whole body with deep, clawing kiss after kiss. His tongue. His hands. He’s doing so much at once to me. He even kisses up my jaw. He nips my ear.
I inhale a sharp breath. My abs flex tighter, and I shudder under him with a deeper, grittier sound between my teeth. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Fuck, Tom.” His sandpapered, hitched moan hits my ear, and I lose my mind. Truly.
By the way his hand works my erection, by the way he’s playing me like his drum kit, I feel like he’s obsessed with my sounds of pleasure. Like he’s mentally saying, Again.
I don’t know if I can go again.
I don’t know if I can handle his pace.
Holy shit.
“Phoenix.” I can’t even touch his cock. I can’t even attempt to free it and actually see what I could be taking one day.
I’m hanging on to his muscled shoulder now and barely able to prop up on my elbow. He’s on my lips. I can’t even see him pump me. I can’t even breathe.
“Dude, I can’t—” My legs writhe against his, and he pins me with his knees while the friction of his hand and the intensity of him—just him—detonates me.
I come so hard, I see stars. A million stars. I hope I’m among them. No, I know I am. Right next to him. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
I unload on my abs. He doesn’t let me catch the mess when I try. His hand pushes mine away, and then Phoenix dips down and runs his tongue across my glistening skin. He licks up the cum, and my lips part in a breath—no, many breaths. I’m stunned and awed and crushing hard. Can you crush on someone you just got with?
I don’t know.
I don’t know anything other than that was the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me. And we only went to first base. Or was that second? Again, don’t know. Don’t really care.
I wipe a hand down my mouth while he swallows and smiles a little at me. A shadow of a smile. It somehow seems like the brightest thing in the room.
This soft moment passes between us, and I’m flooded with joy. All the other feelings recede: the anxiety, the panic, the fear.
I have no regrets.
Not one.
Then Phoenix says, “You taste as beautiful as you look, nepo baby.” Before I can really process the compliment, he’s climbing off my bed.
“Your turn?” I ask him, lifting my Calvin Klein waistband back to my hips. I sit fully upright.
“No, I already came.”
I smile. “In your pants—?”
“In my fucking hand.” He’s searching my room for a towel, and when he whirls to me, I tell him before he can ask, “Bottom left dresser drawer.”
Phoenix cleans off after locating a hand towel, and curiosities ignite in my brain. Was he stroking himself at the same time? How did I miss this?
“Were you jacking us off in unison?” I ask him outright. “To the same rhythm?”
Another smile hooks his mouth. “I knew you were out of it, but damn.”
I glare. “I was there,” I defend. “I was just—”
“It was hot. Seeing you lose your shit over me.”
“Yeah, you were the cause. This is all your fault.” I’m smiling more seeing his lips stretch higher.
He comes closer with the towel. “I was using the same rhythm. You need a replay?”
“From a different angle,” I nod. “Where I can see everything.” Mainly you.
“We’re not filming ourselves, man, so maybe concentrate more next time.”
Next time. “Presumptuous. This could be the only time.”
His jaw tics a little.
“I’m joking, dude.” I start to frown. “We’re still at a yellow though.”
“That’s fine. I honestly didn’t think you’d change the speed.”
My heart skids when he wipes my abs with the towel and places a slower kiss to my lips.
He lingers near my mouth for a beat. “We kissed,” he says. “I made us come. So now what? You think mass flooding is next? Solar flares? An alien invasion? Or just the end of the band?”
“A weak ass melody.”