Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I wrapped my arms around him from behind, slipping my hands under his shirt to slide slowly up his stomach and chest, molding him against me so he could feel my cock pressed to his ass. “You’re overdressed,” I murmured, rubbing my lips along his shoulder.
“I couldn’t make it too easy for you.”
“The only time you’ve been easy was that first night in the bathroom stall.” As I spoke, I pinched and plucked at his nipples, drawing them to hard nubs.
Parker hissed. “With those thick thighs and cock, I thought you might give me a decent fuck.”
“Decent?” I snarled. One hand ran across his chest and into his sleep pants. He was only semi-hard but swelling faster now that I was stroking his dick. “Must have been better than decent since you were the one to pull me into the bathroom when we ran into each other the second time.”
“Had to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” Parker sounded like he was clenching his teeth. He raised his hands and reached behind him, trying to grab some part of me while he remained trapped. “Fuck this position. Just bend me over and fuck me. It’s been too damn long. I feel like I’m going to come.”
Good.
I released Parker only enough to rip off his shirt and shove down his pants. At least he’d had enough sense to not put on underwear. With a little smack on his ass, I herded him to the bed, where he flopped on the center. He stared at me with his bent legs spread wide, his hard cock curled up toward his navel.
No, his stomach wasn’t rock hard and defined as it used to be. And maybe his ass wasn’t as round and firm. But he felt more real, more perfect, and infinitely more precious to me now because I knew all that he’d been through.
“Sex is much easier without all the clothes,” Mr. Smartass announced.
“We’ll get to that.” I stripped off my shirt and toed out of my shoes before crawling onto the bed to steal another long, deep kiss. We’d never done much of this, which was a damn shame. Parker had an amazing mouth, and no one kissed like he did. I didn’t ever want to stop, but I had so many other plans for him tonight.
Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss and moved along his jaw to his neck, shoulder, and chest. I kissed and licked every inch of him, worshiping the man beneath me, while soaking in every happy sigh and murmur of pleasure. The scent of the shampoo and soap he used filled my nose, and something inside me stirred. He was still using the soap I’d purchased and given to him. He smelled like mine.
It was only as I spent extra time at his stomach that Parker growled.
“Okay, Sexy Beast, you’ve made your point.” He threaded his fingers through my short hair and tried to push me lower, but I wouldn’t budge.
“I don’t think I have,” I breathed across the damp skin just above the head of his straining cock.
“Declan! I get it! You still think I’m sexy. Now fuck me before I die!” His shouts filled the room, followed by my low chuckles. He groaned. “You’re evil. You never laugh, but this is what I finally get you to laugh at. My torture.”
“You’re adorable when you’re needy.”
His body was a series of tight muscles beneath me. My heart raced to hear him so desperate. I did that to him, and only I could give him relief. It was why he’d always returned to me, why we’d set up our little agreement. Because no one could make him feel like this.
I took his cock in my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat. The sounds coming out of him as I sucked his dick were amazing. His fingers in my hair tightened to the point of pain as he held me in place while his hips rose and fell, fucking my mouth like a man possessed. The whole time he argued that we had to stop, that he didn’t want to come this way.
His breath caught. His hips stuttered. He was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Afraid he would pull away, I grabbed his hips and bobbed on his cock, sucking hard and fast until he shattered.
I drank every drop of him down and licked his perfect cock clean.
When I sat up, a smile teased my swollen lips as I gazed at his completely relaxed body. His wet hair was a messy halo around his head, and his lazy grin was crooked.
“You look like the cat who ate the cream,” he murmured, almost slurring his words.
“That was the appetizer.”
“And what did you have in mind for the main course?”
“Roll over.”
Parker stared at me for a couple of seconds, his eyes narrowing as the wheels in his head turned. I could still see the skepticism on his face as he slowly moved onto his stomach.