Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Not usually, no.”
“Liar,” he said with a grin.
“It may have happened in a club once or twelve times,” I said with a wink. “But beer goggles are common in clubs too, you know?”
Augie shrugged. “No, I don’t know. I’ve never been to a nightclub.”
I sat back on my heels and stared at him. “Really? I don’t mean just gay clubs. You’ve never been to any kind of dance club?”
His face flushed. “No. I’m kind of boring, actually.”
“Bullshit,” I said. “You’re not boring just because you haven’t been to a club before.”
Augie brought his hands up to the hem of my shirt and snuck fingers under it to explore the hair on my belly. His touch sent all thoughts of clubs skittering to the winds and made my dick wake up. Way up.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Baby, what are we doing?” The man literally had ten seconds to tell me to leave before I attacked him.
“Take off your clothes, Saint.”
My eyes almost rolled back in my head as I punched out a sigh of relief and reached over my shoulder for a handful of shirt. Once mine was off, I reached for his and stripped it from him, running an appreciative palm up his front to the small, intricate key hanging from a chain around his neck.
“What’s this?”
“Key to the—” He sucked in a loud breath as I teased his small nipple with my tongue. “T-the slope. The box thing. Whatever. Keep doing that.”
Augie sucked in another sharp breath as the nipple hardened in my mouth, and the sound went straight to my cock. I couldn’t help but arch my hips into him and grind, which only made more noises of pleasure escape him.
By the time my mouth moved from his nipples down to the trail of dark hair below his navel, his entire stomach was contracting and his hips were arching up for me. His fingers threaded into my hair, and he whimpered when my hands went to his fly to unfasten his button.
“Saint,” he breathed.
“Mmm?” I asked as my mouth followed the open fly down onto his briefs.
“Saint,” he gasped.
I quickly moved back and grabbed the legs of his pants and yanked them down, revealing small royal blue briefs with a wet spot on them. My mouth watered at the realization he’d been leaking precum already, and I was aching to get that cock down my throat.
I reached back up to the elastic band of the briefs but stopped to tease him a little bit. My mouth landed on the wet spot over his tip, and I mouthed his erection through the fabric. Moans from my own throat mixed with whimpers from his, and both of us seemed consumed in the same haze of lust.
Augie’s hips were punching up toward me in a desperate rhythm, and his hands began to clasp my hair tighter. I could tell he was fighting his instinct to force himself into my mouth, and seeing him at war with himself just turned me on even more.
I stripped off his underwear and tossed it on the floor before stalking back up the length of him to hover over his cock.
“Stop teasing me, motherfucker!” he cried out. The exclamation took me by surprise so much that I just stared at him with wide eyes. His own eyes widened and his hand clapped over his mouth before his entire body blushed splotchy red. “Oh my god,” he gasped.
We just stared at each other for a beat before we both burst out laughing. I tackled him midlaugh and crushed my mouth over his, thrusting my hard cock against his and grinding against him while I kissed the hell out of him. He managed to roll me over until he was on top, and his fingertips landed in my armpits.
“No, stop,” I said. “I was getting ready to suck you off before I was so rudely interrupted. Lie back, Mr. Pottymouth.” Remembering the sweet, reserved antiques geek calling me motherfucker made me laugh again.
Augie peered down at me. “You’re even cuter when you laugh. You should do it more often.” His face was serious when he spoke, and it sobered me.
“Thank you” was all I said. I rolled him over slowly, all joking gone now, and settled between his legs again. Our eyes locked together and stayed that way for several beats.
Something was happening. There was some kind of feeling going on between us, and it was a cross between scary/unknown and inevitable/perfect. I couldn’t define it but let it settle there and stay regardless.
Augie took a moment to remove his glasses and set them carefully on the bedside table. When he lay back on the bed, I stared some more. His eyes were filled with intensity, and his pupils were huge. There were no divots of stress on his face.