Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
He shrugged. “Always wanted to come here. Try my hand at having a big life.” Then he winked at me. “Maybe fuck all the pretty boys while I’m at it.”
I tossed back the scotch in one swallow. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars to suck my cock.”
Jett’s cheeks flushed, and his eyes brightened. Possibly from the drink. More probably from the knowledge he’d still get a payday tonight, even though I’d noticed back at the restaurant his sugar daddy had run off.
“I’d suck your cock for free,” he said. “Gladly. But I thought you were straight.”
I could tell he was teasing, but I answered anyway. “I am. But I want my dick sucked, I have zero patience for small talk with a woman right now, and you’re easy. Yes or no?”
Jett moved in front of me and immediately lowered to the floor on his knees. The quick obedience made me suck in a breath. Jesus, if only it were this easy with a woman.
I hadn’t imagined we’d do it here. In my mind, we’d have a drink to help take the edge off and then go up to my bedroom. The more I thought about it, though, the better this was. It would be over quickly, and I could send him on his way.
He placed his hands on my thighs gently, as if being careful not to scare me off. “You gonna tell me your name, big guy?”
It was strange to not be recognized. Rare, but it certainly happened. It felt like I’d been featured in a thousand articles, social media posts, and magazines as one of the world’s richest and most eligible bachelors, and was generally recognized on the street from having been photographed for many of them.
“Locke,” I said.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Locke. I’m Jethro, in case you forgot.” His grin was so genuine and engaging, it was hard not to smile back.
“Locke’s my first name.” I watched him as he moved his hands slowly up my thighs toward my belt. “And if your name’s Jethro, I’ll suck your cock.”
His easy laughter filled the kitchen. “Fine, Jett, then.”
I yanked my belt open, frustrated that this was moving so slowly. “Stop acting like I’m a delicate flower. I assure you, I’m not.”
“A mouth’s a mouth?” His smirk drew my attention to his lips.
“Some are better than others,” I said. “But they probably all feel warm and wet around a cock.”
“Oh, honey. Spoken like someone who’s never been blown by a man who loves sucking cock and knows exactly how to do the job.”
I didn’t want to think of all the other men he’d blown. He was here now, with me, and that was all that mattered.
That, and getting this over with, of course.
“Can we get on with it?” I grumbled. “I have a splitting headache and would really like to have an orgasm and go to bed.”
His smile faltered just enough to make me feel like an ass, but then I noticed the fire in his eyes.
He wasn’t hurt—he was pissed.
Fine. I didn’t care.
“Sure. Hey, you seem like the kind of guy who likes a little teeth in his beej, yes? Great.”
His hands took over unbuttoning my pants, which he did with a little too much vigor. As soon as he got them open, he stopped and made a little sound in his throat that went straight to my balls.
“Oh,” he breathed. “Now, that’s promising.”
He leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the front of my boxer briefs, pressing against my cock and humming in pleasure. Then he sucked in a deep breath through his nose as if sniffing me.
“So good,” he said under his breath. “So fucking good.”
I moved my fingers into his hair, pushing it back so I could see his expression better. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes fluttered against the tops of his cheeks. He wet his lips with his tongue, leaving them shiny…
As if he couldn’t wait to taste me. Jesus fuck.
My breath came in shallow pulls as he continued to rub his face over my cock, nosing my balls and the crease between them and my thigh.
What the fuck even was this? Some kind of cock worship through cotton?
Whatever it was, it seemed to be working. My dick began to fill, shifting against the fabric.
He pulled my suit pants down more until they finally gave up and hit the floor. Then he nudged my feet farther apart and moved his hands up to my groin, pulling his face back and meeting my eyes again. “You sure, Locke?”
The question was serious, but hearing my name in his voice made it even more real.
Fuck yes I’m sure. I’m sure I want a mouth on me, regardless of whose it is.
“Suck my cock, Jett,” I growled.
He pulled down the front of my underwear to discover I was already half-hard, which was impressive considering the nearly blinding headache I had. But maybe the loss of blood in my head was helping because I already felt a little bit better. Hell, maybe it was simply the distraction.