Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
He sighed, wrapped a hand around my nape, tugged me close, and kissed me. Damned if it didn’t taste like goodbye.
Somehow, we were blessed by the traffic gods, and it didn’t take us long to get to Houston’s apartment. The second we were inside, I nodded toward the hallway.
“No food?” he asked.
“Fuck food.”
“Good, because I’d rather fuck you.”
We kissed our way toward his room, kicking out of shoes and removing clothes as we went. I didn’t stop at his bed, though, instead leading Houston to his bathroom, where I turned the shower on.
“Christ, I’m gonna miss this.” I wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked. “No one dicks me down like you.”
His muscles tensed up. “Maybe we can still…sometimes.”
But we both knew that was a bad idea. What was the point? Instead of answering, I kissed him, pushed my tongue past his lips to taste him. We got into the shower, kissing under the spray. We only pulled apart to wash each other, our hands moving lazily, dragging out the moments and every touch.
My skin was sensitive, every brush of Houston’s body setting fire to my insides.
“You gonna give me this cock.” I stroked him again.
“Yeah, fuck yeah. I’m gonna make you suck it first, though. I know how you like it when I make you.”
I trembled. Yes. God, yes.
We quickly turned off the water, dried off, then stumbled to the bed. Houston fell down on his back, me between his legs. I kissed his shin, then higher until I got to the scar on his knee.
I licked it, savoring the sharp sound of his inhaled breath before working my way up until it was his inner thigh I was kissing. “You were saying? About making me?”
“Fuck, Cullen.” He grabbed my hair, fisting the long strands between his fingers. Houston used his other hand to angle his dick toward my mouth. My tongue snuck out, licking the pearl of precum on his slit, the salty taste of Houston enough to make me moan. “See? You are gonna feed me…first your cock, then your load in my ass.”
He looked down at me, something in his eyes that I couldn’t read, before he pushed his crown past my lips. This we could do. This was easier than the rest of it.
24
HOUSTON
“See? You are gonna feed me…first your cock, then your load in my ass.”
Cullen’s words hung in the air, a promise I could hardly wait to fulfill. I looked down at him, and for a moment, everything else fell away, my entire world just the two of us in an intimate embrace. I pushed my way into his welcoming mouth and gave myself over to pleasure.
“Fuck,” I breathed as his tongue lapped and swirled around the head of my cock before he took me all the way to the back of his throat in one slow, sensual suck.
I cried out, my spine a live wire of tension. Head thrown back and eyes closed, I sank my hands into the silky strands of Cullen’s hair, guiding his head, guiding the warm suction of his mouth and tongue slowly up and down, savoring the heat prickling through me.
He knew my body so well, better than anyone else ever had, and within seconds, my need crescendoed to a sharp ache as my balls tightened.
I let out a needy groan and opened my eyes to find Cullen watching me. His gaze made a slow trek down my body, and then he unrelentingly sucked my cock deep into his mouth, eyes meeting mine again as he swallowed around me.
Another sharp, indrawn breath escaped me, but I didn’t look away. I wanted to see what Cullen was doing to me, wanted to watch his eyes, wanted to witness the pleasure written on his face. The desire in those hazel depths was unmistakable, the hunger almost feral. His fingers dug into the tops of my thighs, then skimmed over my asscheeks to tease my hole. I sucked in a breath and shook my head, pushing him away abruptly. I wasn’t about to come without being inside him once more, but goddamn was it tempting.
I stood and urged Cullen to his feet, too, trying to ignore the terrible and wonderful things the wicked grin on his face did to me. And then I couldn’t, so I pulled him close and kissed that grin, devouring the taste of him as my hands skimmed down his sides and over his ass. The feel of his hard cock against my abdomen sent a surge of electric warmth to my balls. “Want you,” I murmured, tearing myself away long enough for the breathless confession. I hadn’t gotten enough of him. Maybe I never would.
“Have me,” Cullen murmured right back, and I could hear the mixture of humor and lust in the tone.
Releasing him from the kiss, I spun him around and pressed a hand to the center of his shoulder blades, forcing him to brace his hands against the edge of the bed. He arched his back, ass thrusting in the air as he shifted his legs wider, a clear invitation I took him up on as soon as I’d broken speed records lubing my fingers. Spreading his cheeks, I brushed a slick thumb over his hole. Mine to take, mine for one more night. That realization slowed me down. I’d been eager to be inside him, but now I took my time, worshiping the hills and valleys of his body with every touch and kiss, savoring the groans and whispered curses he exhaled. Kissing my way down his back, I teased my fingers along the seam of his ass, spreading him again and sinking inside slowly.