Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
The sounds he made sent shivers along my spine. My balls tingled every time his cock nudged the back of my throat. I wanted him to explode in my mouth. I wanted—
“Stop.”
I froze and glanced up at him, and slowly rose to my feet.
“What do you want? I want to make you feel good,” I rasped.
“Fuck me.”
I nodded when words didn’t come fast enough. “My room is—”
“Here. Now,” he panted. “I have lube and a condom in my bag.”
He reached behind him, motioning toward one of the barstools.
“I got it.” I pulled up my jeans so I could walk rather than waddle, and hurried to retrieve his bag, dragging the barstool with me too.
“Just the bag would have been fine,” Lorenzo snickered, fishing a condom and travel packet of lube from an inside pocket.
“Bend over,” I commanded in a gravelly tone.
“I…okay.”
He kneeled on the barstool, popped the lid open, and poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before draping himself over the island. I tore open the wrapper with my teeth as I kicked off my shoes and jeans.
I could see Lorenzo preparing himself in my periphery as I rolled the latex on. It was dangerously distracting, his perfect puckered hole on display as he slid his middle finger in and out, in and out. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to be cool. Coming into the condom pre-entry would be a real buzzkill.
I stroked my cock as I moved behind him, caressing his perfect ass while I watched the show. He had two fingers going now. Christ, I was trembling.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look?” I growled, nipping his shoulder as I ghosted a digit alongside his.
He inclined his chin toward the window. “Yes. Look at us.”
Holy fuck, we looked hot. But we could do better.
I grabbed the lube and drizzled some over his entrance. I gently batted him away and took over, stretching him till he begged for my dick. Then I lined my cock at his hole and pushed.
He was hot, so hot. And so tight.
I inched my way inside, pausing often to catch my breath. When I was balls deep, I rested my forehead on his shoulder and lowered my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked him languidly, pressing kisses to his nape and his earlobe.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“Mmm. Yes, you can move.”
I went slow at first. I didn’t trust my control. I was hanging on by a thread as it was, and he felt so fucking amazing. I rolled my hips, stroking him with each steady thrust…not too hard, not too fast. I made it my mission to acquaint myself with his every detail—the constellation of freckles on his left shoulder, the rogue strands of auburn in his dark hair, the impossibly smooth skin behind his ear, and the powerful flex of his muscles under me.
I liked that he knew what he wanted. More, harder, now.
I released his cock and upped the tempo, shifting my grip to hold his cheeks open as I thrust inside him, fucking him harder, deeper. I covered him like a blanket, molding my chest to his back, and pistoned wildly. I was heading for a free fall. I knew I couldn’t hang on.
“I’m close,” I warned him. “Too close.”
“Yes.” His eyes were at half-mast as he licked his lips and stroked himself.
I shouldn’t have looked at him. He was too sexy, and I was too far gone.
“I’m gonna come, Lo. I’m gonna come,” I cried out as I burst apart at the seams, bucking my hips and filling the condom with a roar.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Lorenzo tensed and shook under me a moment later.
The sounds of our labored breathing echoed in the vast kitchen as if we were alone in a huge museum or a ballroom. I glanced sideways at the windows, thinking I probably should invest in blinds, but I liked this view of us—connected, tangled, and utterly debauched.
Lorenzo lifted his torso off the island and met my gaze in the reflection. We smiled almost shyly before gently disengaging.
I got rid of the condom and washed my hands, then grabbed two dish towels, handing one to Lo. “Here you go.”
“This is for drying dishes, pots, and pans, honey. Not for cum cleanup.” He dropped it on the counter and plucked a few paper towels from the roll next to the sink. “This will do.”
“That’s gonna chafe.”
“Probably, but—”
I snatched the paper towels and threaded our fingers, tugging him with me. “Come on. Let’s take a shower.”
Lorenzo
By the time we’d made our way through the living area, up the long glass-and-steel staircase and down a wide hallway to Pierce’s room, I was winded and crusty in places the sun didn’t shine. I wished I’d taken him up on that damn dish towel. But the second he opened the door to the bathroom adjoining his suite, I was glad I hadn’t.