Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
His eyebrows pop every so often, and his cheeks flush as I quickly sketch his face, capturing his arched eyebrow, before I move on to his chest and shoulders. When I reach his waist, I note that the crotch of his pants has grown snugger. Which means he’s probably hit the spice.
“How do you like it so far?” I ask as I sketch his legs, working on the perspective.
“It’s definitely…detailed.” His voice is low and rough.
“Chase and Cammie practice a lot of her scenes before she writes them to make sure they’re possible,” I offer.
His eyes lift. “Is that right?”
I purposely avoided giving him one of the scenes where Aragorn was off on a quest. I hum my acknowledgement and turn back to my canvas, working on his crossed feet and the bed frame. “What part are you at?”
“Legolas is being taken care of…” He clears his throat. “Orally.”
“That scene is hot.”
“Agree.” Mac’s gaze returns to the screen and he continues to scroll, surreptitiously adjusting himself. His bottom lip slides through his teeth, hand moving to cover his erection, thumb sweeping absently back and forth.
Once I have the basic outline, I set the pencil down. I have reference photos and can easily render it later. But my boyfriend who brought me lunch because he knew I’d be so focused on my project I’d forget to eat is shirtless on his bed, sporting a hard-on. I round the easel, but Mac is so engrossed in what he’s reading that he doesn’t register my approach.
I pull my hoodie—which happens to be his—and T-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so now we match in nakedness. The mattress dips when I climb onto the end of the bed and Mac’s gaze lifts.
“Oh shit.” He drops the phone and reaches for me as I crawl over the comforter and straddle his thighs. “Are you done already?” His eyes dart between my face, the easel, and then snag on my breasts.
“Rough sketch is done. I’ll finish later.” I run a hand up his chest and pick up his phone with the other, scanning the text. “You got to the good part, huh?”
“How the hell do they test out the scenes when there are three people involved?” He frowns. “Wait, maybe I don’t want to know.”
“Toys,” I explain.
“Right. Fair. That makes sense.” He cups my breasts in his palms, thumbs sweeping over my nipples. His gaze lifts. “You have toys?”
“I do.”
“Do you use them a lot?” He kisses between my breasts.
“Often enough. Why?”
“Just curious.” He pushes my breasts together to create cleavage and lets my nipples peek out between his fingers. “Am I better than your toys?”
“Is that a serious question?”
“Yeah.” He closes his fingers, trapping my nipples between them, then leans in to lick the exposed tip. “I’m serious.”
“Do you prefer my hand or your hand on your cock?”
He scoffs. “Yours, hands down, pun not really intended.”
“Same. Your fingers are thicker, and longer and better. And I can’t really dirty talk to myself.”
“Mm. Good point.” He releases my breasts and cups my face in his hands, slanting his mouth over mine in a searing kiss.
I rock over his erection, and although layers of fabric mute the sensation, it still feels good. Especially when his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts, sending jolts of anticipation through me.
I trail a hand down his side and run my fingers along his waistband, seeking permission to move forward. “Can I make you feel good, Mac?”
“You’re already making me feel good.” He kisses along my jaw. “But I still want more of your hands on me.”
I pop the button on his jeans and slide back a few inches so I can pull the zipper down. His erection strains against his black cotton boxer shorts. Our gazes drop as I curve my hand around him through the fabric and stroke.
“Fuck, Fee, that feels good.”
“I can do better, though.” I slip my hand under the waistband and free him.
He’s thick and hard in my hand, the tip already weeping. Mac groans when I stroke him and smooth my thumb over the head.
“Mac.” I summon my inner Arwen and channel Mac’s bedroom chattiness.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” He drags his gaze back up to mine, hot and needy.
“Do you want to know how my mouth feels?”
His jaw snaps shut and his nostrils flare.
“It’s okay if you’d rather I use my hand. I know it’s intimate.” I don’t want to pressure him. “But I would love to taste you.”
His teeth grind as he skims my bottom lip with his thumb. “You want me to fill this pretty mouth with my cock?”
My pussy clenches. “Please.” It’s mostly a moan.
He slips his thumb between my lips and I suck softly.
His top lip curls, eyes darkening with desire. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I hollow out my cheeks and gently scrape the pad of this thumb before releasing him. He helps me rid him of his jeans and boxers, and I move to kneel at the edge of the bed, just like Arwen did for Legolas—thank you Cammie for setting the scene for me.