Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Holy Toledo.
“That was hot,” he rasped.
I gasped for air and blinked. “Yes, I think we might be compatible.”
He smiled. “I think so too. Want to try again? Just to be sure.”
I stood on tiptoes and crashed my lips to his. He didn’t hesitate. He pulled me close and dove in, devouring me in slow-burning, passionate kisses that made my pulse skitter. Our hands roamed down each other’s sides and under our T-shirts. He splayed his hands on my stomach, then lifted them to my nipples, rolling and tweaking them while I hummed in a needy, wordless request for more, more, more.
Yes, he’d found one of my erogenous zones. My cock swelled and my brain took a short vacation as I writhed against him, sighing when he grabbed my ass and tilted his hips, grinding his obvious erection alongside mine.
“Oh, yes…that’s good,” I panted.
“Very fucking good.” He laced his fingers with mine and squeezed. “Come on.”
I tugged my hand away and shook my head. Now, let’s be honest…the fact that I was already in this stranger’s home sporting impressive wood indicated that my levels of propriety weren’t as rigid as I liked to believe. I wasn’t going anywhere now. But there was one thing I needed.
“What’s your name? I can’t get naked with a nameless man. Which might be odd, considering I’ve had sex with men and forgotten their names after the fact. But I’ve never not known someone’s name going into it. Does that make sense?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I guess so, but we’re supposed to be anonymous, remember?”
“You can lie if you want. Just make something up. That way if this is really good, I can properly praise your anatomy and your prowess.”
“You can do that without a name too,” he pointed out with a laugh.
“True, but ‘I love your big dick, Harry’ sounds better than ‘Such a nice dick.’ ”
“So is my name Dick or Harry in this scenario?”
“You can choose any name.”
He set his hand on my shoulder and massaged the side of my neck with his thumb. “I’ll be Dick. You can be Harry.”
“How about Richard or Ricardo?”
“Either is fine by me. I’d rather be the dick than the pubes,” he commented with a naughty wink.
I wrinkled my nose in distaste. “Oh. Ew. Maybe we should think of—”
“Nope. No more talking, Harry. This way.”
Richard, Rich for short—led the way to his dimly lit bedroom, turning to face me as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
Holy macaroni, this man was beautiful. His broad shoulders and toned abs were offset by intricate ink made up of script, Roman numerals, and a winged horse…maybe. I’d have to study it to be sure. But my gaze had already drifted to his happy trail and the gorgeous V-line he’d revealed in his haste to undress.
I might have salivated. Heck, I’d never been with anyone so physically perfect in my life. He could have been a fitness model or—
“Do you play a sport?”
The corner of his mouth lifted as he slid his thumbs in his belt loops. “Lacrosse.”
I swallowed hard and whispered reverently, “I don’t even know what that means.”
He grinned. “I’ll tell you all about it later. Come closer. Take off your shirt.”
“Yes.”
I obeyed.
However, it wasn’t a seamless, sexy maneuver. I stumbled over my own two feet, regaining my balance with my tee stuck around my neck. Rich caught me, yanking the garment over my head and resting his hands on my hips.
“Steady there. Can I take these off, or do you want to do it yourself?” he asked, tugging at my belt as he licked a path up my throat and along my jawline.
I tipped my chin and let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes to everything.”
I grazed the warm skin on his lower back as he unbuttoned his fly. He captured my mouth, fumbling with my belt and unzipping my khakis just as I pushed the denim over his bare ass. No boxers. Oh, wow.
I squeezed his cheeks and slipped my tongue in his mouth with greedy twists I hoped spurred him to move a little faster.
Wish granted. Times ten.
Rich pushed my khakis and boxer briefs down my legs, sank to his knees, then brushed his nose against my cock. I reached for my dick instinctively, wrapping my fingers around the shaft while I enjoyed the view of him untying my shoes. He gestured for me to toe them off before pushing the fabric out of the way.
He looked up and gave me a sly smile. I wasn’t sure what he meant to convey. I was a captive audience in every way that counted. Stark naked and obviously interested, I waved my cock like a flag, hoping to give him a hint.
It worked.
He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, licking me from base to tip. My breath hitched. He did it again, flattening his tongue and dragging it slowly to my slit. He twirled a lazy circle around the crown, then repeated the motion, adding a little more pressure. This time when he reached the head, he swallowed me whole.