Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
His fingertips land on my lower stomach, just above the waistband of my sweatpants. He runs them through the small trail of hair that leads lower, and I pull in a breath.
Then all at once he reaches lower and palms my cock.
He moans as he gives it a tight squeeze through the cotton and I shut my eyes for a moment, shame flooding my body.
“Fuck’s sake,” I protest.
“Knew it. Knew it.”
My skin feels hot even in the cool air.
Sev leans over and gets close to my face, still squeezing at my cock through the sweatpants as he stops a couple of inches above my face.
“Bad fucking idea,” I utter.
His eyes look like silvery jewels in the light reflecting through my window, his lashes flicking down then up as he looks over my face.
No mask, this time.
I can see all of him.
Those eyes. The lone freckle beneath his right eye. The scar at the edge of one eyebrow.
My heart thuds in my chest as he finally answers me.
“Sometimes it’s good to do bad things.”
His lips are so close to mine and it’s like something in my chest is about to explode. When he comes in closer my breath hitches as he closes the space between us.
But his mouth lands on my cheek.
He presses a soft kiss under each of my eyes. Teasing me. He knows that I expected his lips on mine, but he doesn’t kiss me there. He moves lower a moment later, kissing me on my neck instead, and the rush of wet heat from his mouth is like a drug.
“Fuck,” I whisper, softly enough that I don’t even know if he heard me.
“Ever been fucked before, Knox?”
I can feel his lips move against my skin as he talks.
Agonizing.
So fucking good.
“Quit acting like I’m some inexperienced kid.”
“I know you haven’t been with a man. I know you want my cock, but I can’t give it to you raw, baby.”
I shove his shoulders. “You don’t get to call me that.”
“Would you rather I call you Sheriff the first time you take my dick?”
“Who said I’m giving you my ass?”
He hums, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a hint of a smile. “Ask me to leave and I’ll leave.”
He moves his hand and pushes it inside my sweatpants now, the warmth of his palm hitting my bare cock.
I groan at the sensation.
Goddamnit.
“I have lube and condoms in the nightstand. Just because I’ve never been with a guy doesn’t mean I haven’t tried things.”
“Jesus. If I knew you could take a toy in your ass I would have bent you over that night at Zenith.”
“You wish.”
His eyes are wild again. Hungry, like he’s regarding me solely as a means to an end, now.
“Want you over the bed for me. And get your clothes off.”
Panic hits my veins as he suddenly moves off the bed, already stripping naked.
The problem is that I was bluffing when I tried to tell him I was experienced. Yes, I’ve used a toy before, and I’ve definitely come to the conclusion that I like the idea of being fucked. But Sevan’s cock is a lot thicker and longer than anything I’ve ever used on myself.
And… it’s him.
Someone I’m not in control of.
Someone I shouldn’t even be in the same room as, let alone considering giving my ass to in the middle of the night.
I look up at his statuesque body and barely know how to breathe.
He raises an eyebrow at me.
“You know this is simple, right, Wes? If it’s too much for you—”
“I know it’s just sex, not a marriage proposal,” I interject, my voice coming out like venom. “We can both get something we want and I’m not going to start sending you fucking valentines, Sev.”
He pauses for a moment, watching me. Then he gives me an upward nod.
“Then bend over this bed.”
I shove away the covers and get up, pushing off the rest of my clothes.
Shouldn’t be doing this.
And I’m definitely fucking doing it.
I’ve been naked with Sevan before but this is a whole different feeling entirely, an agreed arrangement rather than a night behind a mask.
He reaches out a hand to stroke my ass as I turn around, retrieving my lube and condoms from the drawer. When I bend over the bed he keeps that palm at the small of my back.
He’s never fucked a guy, either.
This is a first for him too.
And that doesn’t mean it’s anything special for him. Chill.
I hear the snap of the lube bottle being shut behind me and I don’t know what to expect next. My elbows are resting on the mattress and when he grips my ass and I feel a small, slick push at my hole, I tense up.
“Breathe,” he says from behind me, his voice deep and calm.
It’s just his finger. I can feel that now.