Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He leaned back, his gaze searching mine. “Damn, Fancy. It’s my first time. Give a guy a little room to explore and savor it, would you?”
My heart worked itself into a little knot, immediately regretting what I’d said. I never wanted to pressure anyone, and I certainly wouldn’t usually command anyone so bluntly unless I knew they wanted it, too.
But it was easy to forget that this was Storm’s first time. Easy to forget that he had anything but pure, raw bravado inside him, and that below the constant stream of challenges and teases, he actually had some tenderness inside him, too.
My instinct was to apologize, to reach down and comfort him, tell him I was sorry for being bossy, and reassure him.
Instead I leaned over, took his head in my hands, and kissed him deeply. I was shocked all over again at how natural it felt—it felt like I knew his tongue already, like his mouth fit perfectly with mine.
For fuck’s sake, you are a good kisser, Storm.
He didn’t seem to hesitate with anything in life, but especially not when he was kissing me. I kept thinking there would be some pullback, some resistance, but in reality he just seemed hungrier for it every time.
“Lay back on the couch,” he murmured against my lips, squeezing his hands against my thighs.
We switched positions, and he made room for me to lay back onto the couch, positioning himself right between my legs. His fingers trailed down my chest and lower toward my stomach.
Maybe he liked knowing he had me here, in his control. Or maybe he really was just curious, and I was nothing more than an interesting opportunity for him.
He started to press small kisses down my stomach, occasionally letting his tongue slide out against my skin. My breath caught, and he gave me a glance.
“All good?”
“I like that. The tongue, I mean.”
He let his tongue slide out a little more against the skin just above my groin, just inches from my dick. It was the most delicious little preview, both maddening and so satisfying all at once.
“God, you have a good body,” he murmured as he gently nibbled at my hip. His fingertips slid over the soft, light trail of hair that led down to my groin. “And this is really fucking hot.”
I bit my lower lip. “Thank you.”
It felt almost laughable to hear him say my body was good. He truly had one of the best bodies in the world—a professionally good body—but I couldn’t deny that I appreciated his praise.
“So hot,” he said again, in a low whisper, almost like he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud. He gripped the base of my cock in his fist and leaned over, sucking it between his lips.
And from the moment I was in his mouth again, all thoughts left my mind entirely.
All I could focus on was how good it felt. He seemed slightly unsure about what technique to use at first, but to be honest, that only made it better for me. He tried different things—flicking his tongue a little along my tip, sucking it in and hollowing out his cheeks, and then pushing it deeper, seeing how much he could take.
It was like he was edging me without even trying. Every time he tried something new, I bucked my hips just a little, involuntarily. I gasped the first time he tried to take the entire length of my cock up to his throat, and he pulled back quick, wiping at his mouth.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, worried.
“What? No, God no,” I uttered. “I was just—I wasn’t expecting that.”
The hint of his smile played at his lips. “I’m not exactly a deepthroat king yet, apparently,” he said. “Let me try again.”
Already trying again, even though he’d choked a little the first time. I’d always gotten the sense that Storm wasn’t afraid of anything, but as I watched him learn how to suck cock, I realized just how fearless he truly was.
Everything he did felt good. Too good. He gripped my base and let the flat of his tongue drag along the underside of my shaft, and for a brief moment I worried I was about to blow right then and there.
“Careful,” I warned him.
He pulled off, breathing deep as he met my gaze. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll come in your mouth,” I told him frankly.
He bit his lower lip. His eyes flared wide. “Then come in my mouth.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Storm.”
“Quit acting so shocked,” he said. “You know you’re going to come for me.”
I groaned as he took my cock between his lips again, sucking me deep.
Fucking hate you, I thought, even though at the moment I couldn’t deny that I loved his stupid, combative attitude.
Turned out that when his aggressiveness came in the form of daring me to come, I really, really liked it.