Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“He found a man in my bed whom I’d slept with in the past, but not that time. When I was in the town where he lived, once we had an agreement, I was monogamous.”
“And he didn’t believe you.”
“No, he didn’t, but he also said we could keep seeing each other.”
“But just as friends? Just fuck buddies?”
“Yes.”
“But you wanted more.”
“I did.”
“Even though you lived in different states? You didn’t think that was confusing?”
“It was,” he agreed, then moaned loudly as I gripped his thighs hard and yanked him forward so my cock was nestled between his ass cheeks.
“You liked him more than you thought.”
“I did,” he confessed, eyes closed, head back, drinking in the sensations of me moving under him. “I was so stupid. I thought I didn’t really need a home base, that wherever would be fine, as long as we could meet up. I had this ridiculous idea that we could lead completely separate, diverse lives, in different places, but it wouldn’t matter because all we’d need was a check-in, and it would be great.”
“And now?” I asked, finishing unbuttoning his shirt before hooking a hand around the side of his neck to ease him down for a kiss.
The moment our lips met, he opened for me, his tongue there for me to taste again and suck. His whine of yearning made me clutch him tight even as I rolled him to his side.
“Please,” he choked out, pulling back to reach his underwear, pushing it down just enough so his long, beautiful cock sprang free. “I can’t even…think.”
Reaching for him, when my hand closed around his length, he gasped my name. Since I was too far gone for talking as well, I rolled him to his back, rose over him, and looked down into his gorgeous molten-green eyes.
“Please, Cooper, just have me.”
“Oh, I will,” I husked, then bent and took one of his hard nipples into my mouth, kissing and sucking, giving it a gentle bite before moving to the other.
“Fuck!”
The yell was a good sound, and he jolted under me as I gave the same attention to the second before kissing and nibbling my way down his defined abdomen, licking lower, until the head of his cock was in reach.
“Cooper!” he mewled when I swallowed him down the back of my throat in one smooth glide. I’d never had any trouble with length, and so I sucked and laved, took him in deep and then let him slide free, using my hand as well as my mouth to create pressure and friction and the smooth slip and slide of saliva. I worshipped his gorgeous cock as it deserved.
“Wait, wait,” he pleaded, hand in my hair, pulling gently but firmly. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want—”
“You wanna make me happy,” I growled, and I heard his gasp and saw his eyes narrow to slits of green as he shivered. “Don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Then you get off, and I’ll drink it down. Lemme see you come apart,” I murmured, and licked over the head of his cock. “Feed it to me.”
He ran a hand up the back of my neck and grabbed hold of my hair, then his cock with the other, and pushed me down over his length, never stopping until my lips were pressed to the base, every inch of him buried in my throat.
I swallowed around him, and he shuddered and came. I’d had no idea he was that close from my ministrations, and I was stupidly proud that I’d caused him to come undone so very quickly. And now I wanted more.
Languorously, I let him slip from between my lips, then took my time licking him clean. When I lifted my head, I found those dark eyes of his on me.
“Come kiss me,” he pleaded breathlessly.
The husky sound of his voice, the flush on his face and throat, the beads of sweat on his upper lip, and the rise and fall of his chest all spoke to sated passion. I couldn’t stop smiling. Normally, people didn’t simply put themselves in my hands, and lately, I hadn’t really cared. But Ashford Lennox trusted me with what he wanted, needed, and that meant the world to me. I just needed to figure out why.
“I keep begging you,” he murmured. “Don’t make me.”
“No,” I agreed and crawled up his body, collapsing over him and taking a kiss.
He wrapped his arms around my neck, holding me close as I let him taste himself on me, settling between his thighs as he slipped his long, muscular legs around my hips.
“Tell me about the home you thought you wanted,” I whispered, breaking the kiss to look at him.
“What?”
I shook my head. “What the hell, man? You have all kinds of awards for acting. You have Academy Awards, Golden Globes, Baftas, People’s Choice, Critic’s Choice, Emmys, that Screen Actors one, the—”