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)
I was closer than I’d even realized.
You hate me, too. You hate everything I represent. And that makes every part of this easier.
There was no pressure. No threat of this ever turning into more. It was just raw sensation and need, the two of us channeling our frustration into something that felt better than a fistfight. Every time I’d tried to get something going with other guys for the past two years, I’d chickened out, threatened by the prospect of a relationship I wasn’t ready for.
But with Storm, it was all physical. Primal.
Competition, in the form of fucked-up lust, because Storm always had to see how far he could push.
Do it.
Make me come.
Destroy me, if that’s what you’re so good at.
My breath hitched. He looked up at me as he took me deep, quickening his pace. His expression said everything he’d said before, wordlessly. So goddamn cocky, telling me that I was going to come for him, and being so right about it.
And when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I really did feel like he was in control of me.
“I’m close,” I said breathlessly. “Going to come—”
It crashed down on me even sooner than I’d anticipated, sensation pooling at the base of my cock. He sucked me hard, like he was trying to milk every last drop out of me, and fuck, it worked. My hips arched upward against his mouth and he moaned deeply as I came, over and over, onto his tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut, falling into sensation.
It was everything I had needed. Utter oblivion. I had desperately needed to shut my thoughts up, and nothing did that better than this. Giving up control, and letting myself ride out the feeling.
I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet when I realized what Storm was doing. He pulled off of my cock, gently sucking me clean and swallowing.
But I felt a light motion above me, and when I blinked my eyes open, I saw that Storm was sitting above me, straddling me, and his hand was down his pants.
“Fuck,” I said quietly.
“I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t,” he uttered, his eyes wild. “Mind if I…”
Oh, hell yes, I thought. That is perfect. My turn, motherfucker.
“So desperate you have to touch yourself right after you sucked my cock, huh?” I said, my voice still heavy. But I wasn’t going to miss my opportunity to volley back at him for what he’d just done to me.
“It made me so hard, Emmett,” he said.
“Of course it did.”
Mmh. Something about him using my real name instead of calling me some dumb Fancy Pants nickname made me feel even better. Like he was so lust-drunk and turned on right now that I had him wrapped around my fingers.
Or between my legs, in reality.
I looked him up and down, enjoying the show. He shoved down his pants and underwear, and in an instant, I was looking right at his cock.
I had to struggle not to drool. It was perfect. Long, thick, and very hard, beneath the deep V shape of his also-perfect lower abdominal muscles.
He leaned over me. I gasped as he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss, moaning against me. It was even more surprising that he’d want to kiss me again rather than just blow his load.
It felt both intimate and vulgar at the same time. His mouth opening to mine, his tongue sliding out, as he jerked himself off above me.
“The things you do to me,” he whispered against my lips, and his words hit me just as surprisingly as his kiss had.
The things I did to him? He was the one who was driving me crazy. The one who’d wanted to suck me off.
What effect did I have on Storm, exactly?
“You took my cock so well,” I uttered before biting his lower lip. “Like you were made for it.”
He groaned deeply and all at once, I felt his hips buck forward as a burst of heat hit my stomach and chest.
“Fuck,” he said forcefully as he came, pulling up and looking down at my body. “I was—was going to try to catch it in my hand but—fuck, sorry about that—”
“Christ, do you always come this much?” I said softly, reaching down to run my fingertips through the thick streaks of white all over my skin. “People pay a lot of money for cumshots like this online.”
I neglected to mention that big shots like that were something I specifically had looked up, many times, and were a particular turn-on for me. If I hadn’t just blown my own load, I could have come again just from how hot it had been.
He was a wild mess above me. His hair was sticking in a million directions, and he looked utterly blasted, like he’d just been fucked rather than simply making out with me.