Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I look up at Josh through my eyelashes. “Sorry, did you want something?”
He grips the back of my neck.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of giving in. “Last time I saw you, you were running your mouth about me. If you want something, you gotta ask for it.”
“You know what I want,” he bites out.
“Do I though? Maybe you should just make it crystal clear. After all, we’ve got ten minutes and counting.”
His gorgeous brown eyes flash hot. And that’s something to tuck away for later. If there’s a later beyond my knees on the hard studio floors and the fact that he so clearly wants to fuck my face.
“Get your mouth on me,” Josh says. And then adds, a little desperately, “Please.”
Or maybe a lot desperately. “Oh you can have manners. Remember that the next time you mention me to the press,” I say.
I kiss him, on his hip, through the fabric of his shorts. “Is that what you meant?”
“Chris. Give me something. Anything. Fuck.”
I want to hear him say my name like that again. Repeatedly. Possibly with his fingers threaded through the slats in my headboard. I’ll settle for them threaded through my hair.
I peel down his shorts, revealing his cock. And yeah, wow. I guess that’s why commentators say he swings a big bat.
Josh doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t need to after that magnificent beg. I lick him, a hot stripe up from his base to the head, and he makes a tiny fraction of a noise. A victory, one I relish in when I do it again, slow and indulgent. His hands grip my hair tighter. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
“We’re not gonna need a lot.” And then I suck him, taking him deep into my mouth, enjoying the slow dirty slide of his dick hitting my throat. It’s fucking hot, and I shove my hand down my pants, working myself to the same rhythm. We go on like that for a minute, the world spun down to the weight of him in my mouth and his increasingly desperate panting. Which is good. Because it’s not a competition for who can make the other come faster, but I’m definitely going to win.
Eventually, Josh tugs back on my hair. “Wait, wait.”
I pull off. “You good?”
“So good.” Above me, his face is flushed, color up in his cheeks. His lips are red like he’s been biting them, maybe trying to keep quiet. He looks hot, though a little too together, considering I feel like I’m going to pop any second. “Don’t come yet,” Josh warns. His voice sounds hoarse, the way my throat already feels. “I want to watch you.”
Except that has the opposite effect from cooling me down, enough that I grip myself.
The couch is a few feet away. “We should—” I nod to it, and he manages himself over there, gripping his opened pants, before he flops back on the cushions. I sink to my knees again between his thighs, but he pulls me up, on top of him, the two of us a little too large for the couch.
We slide against each other, his chest solid against mine, his arms wrapped around me. His eyes are more vulnerable than I’ve seen before. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, and fuck, he looks so sweet that I have to.
The kiss starts off slow, a press of his mouth, the first pressure of his tongue, and we only have ten minutes, less than that. I want to get back to sucking him, but I don’t want to stop kissing.
I want more than what the next ten minutes can provide.
I bite his lips, and he counters, deepening the kiss, urging his fingers into my back, not speeding up, and we make out like that, in a slow, deliberate grind.
“Josh, we need to hurry.” He shivers as I say his name. I want to feel it again. Today. Tomorrow. When we have time and a door that locks. If he still wants me after today. Or if this is just his way of getting me out of his system before the season starts. It wouldn’t be the first time a guy’s done that to me.
He shoves at the waistband of my pants, and I kick them down, pulling his along too, until we’re pressed together, chest-to-chest and thigh-to-thigh.
“Here.” He cups his palm, spitting into it, getting a hand between us, then kissing me again. He kisses like he wants to prove a point, and I kiss him right back and buck into his hand. I’m not worried about time now. I’m not worried about anything, not when he kisses like he’s trying to lay claim over my mouth.
But Josh apparently is. “This is gonna be a mess,” he gasps.
“I can fix that,” I say.
There’s enough space on the couch that I can scoot back, until I get my mouth on his dick again. This feels closer than we were before, me between his legs, my arm draped across his hips. His hand curls around my head, his fingers roping through my hair. A long, muffled moan comes next, then a full body shudder, and he finishes that way in my mouth. I pull off, licking him once as a tease, eliciting a gasped Chris that I want to bottle, save, store for the long season ahead.