Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Smiling, I continued toward the bathroom. I opened the door just as it was being pulled from the opposite end.
“Oh shit, sorry,” I said before realizing Dyl was the one who’d been on the other side.
His eyes went wide before they quickly narrowed, his smile quirking. “You following me now? Thought I could use some help? It is a two-handed job sometimes.”
Heat flushed through me, as if I’d swallowed gasoline and paired it with a lit match.
“You’re a big boy, you can handle it yourself.”
“Emphasis on big.” He winked at me.
The flames crackled and roared.
I should turn and go. Or push past him and close the door and let him go back to the party. It was the correct thing to do. The good boy thing to do. The no consequences to deal with later thing to do.
I swallowed down my doubts and worries, put a hand on Dylan’s muscular chest, and pushed him into the bathroom without a second thought.
Fuck it. Tonight I’d let the fire consume me until I was left a pile of ash at Dyl’s feet.
Chapter Eleven
Bathroom Break
DYLAN
Miles pushed me into the bathroom with a hand on my chest and his gaze locked on my lips. I stumbled backward, nearly tripping on myself, my heart racing with an excitement that was usually reserved for winning a big game. I’d wanted this since the second he stepped foot in Emmy’s house. Hell, I’d been wanting it since the second he stepped foot in Burlington. My soul had been craving this very moment even before we’d ever officially met.
My ass hit the bathroom counter as his arms wrapped around me and his mouth crashed against mine. I inhaled his scent, drinking him in, mixing it with the taste of beer and sex on his tongue. I reached for his ass, squeezed, pressing him against my needy body.
God damn, he already had me rock-hard. And it seemed he was too.
I rubbed myself against him, not being shy about how hard he made me. His hand climbed up to the nape of my neck. I felt completely feral at his touch. My neck was my most sensitive erogenous zone. His grip made my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
I groaned into the kiss as I ground myself into him, feeling his hard length against mine. I’d already held him in my hands, but that wasn’t nearly enough. I needed him in so many other ways. And tonight, I’d have him.
“Fuck, Miles,” I whispered against his lips. The fan in the bathroom was on which gave us a little bit of privacy. I glanced at the door. Locked.
Good.
I reached down between us and rubbed him over his shorts. He throbbed against me, his eyes blazing with a fire that threatened to scorch the entire house down. I licked his lip and went back to kissing him, rubbing his cock before I was unable to resist anymore. I reached inside for a feel.
Instantly I was rewarded and surprised. “No underwear,” I said happily, pulling his shorts lower, my mouth already drooling as his thick cock sprang free.
“I don’t like feeling confined.”
“Good, because your perfect dick should never be confined.”
“Want to taste it?” Miles asked, hand still on the back of my neck.
All I could do was nod. He stepped back and let his shorts drop down to his ankles. I licked my lips. God damn, he was perfect. He had a trimmed bush and a tasty-looking uncut cock. My entire body and mind were solely focused on the perfect hunk of a man standing before me. Sparks shot through me as I held his heavy cock in my hand, the tip already shining with pre-cum, some of it dripping down and hanging in a clear, delicious rope.
Fuck. I’d never hooked up with another shifter before. I wasn’t used to someone producing as much pre-cum as me.
I fucking loved it.
I didn’t waste any more time. I dropped down to my knees and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue so I could catch his leaking pleasure. It was like drinking from the fountain of youth. I was sure he just gave me an additional ten years’ worth of life just from this one singular taste. I savored his sweet precum in my mouth before I rose up and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Immediately I was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure and a tighter grip around the back of my head.
Miles wasn’t the only one who wasn’t wearing any underwear. I reached down and pulled my stiff dick out the leg of my shorts. Miles moaned as I blew him while stroking myself. “You don’t understand how fucking sexy you are, Dyl. Watching you jerk off with my cock stuffed down your throat. Fuck.”
I pulled back and admired his shining length. He dripped a puddle down onto the tiles between my legs, adding to the pre-cum that fell from my rock-hard dick. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, second only to looking up at a turned-on Miles as he lifted his shirt and rubbed his chest, shifting his hips forward and inviting me to suck on him some more.