Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
He stirs in his sleep, the dark curls of his hair falling over his eyes as he shifts onto his side. “You been watching me long, perv?” He grins, and I want to tongue fuck the dimple it creates.
“Long enough to want to eat you, boy,” I tease, lurching forward and yanking at his jeans. He thrashes and pretends to try to flee, but he soon begins laughing hard, making my dick twitch.
I yank his jeans down and groan at the sight of his bare ass, then sink my teeth into the flesh on display for me. He yelps from the puncture, then pushes his hips up, presenting himself to me.
My rough palms splay his cheeks so my tongue can flick out to rim the crease. His face burrows into the cushions as I rim his knot, devouring him, dribbling my saliva over him so I can push a finger inside his ass while I massage his asshole with my tongue.
Moans hum through the room.
My cock is hard and ready, but he’s not. I have yet to fuck him like I want to.
I plow my finger into him and curl my arm around his waist, grasping his cock in my palm and squeezing. Dragging my fist up his shaft, I kiss and caress his ring while finger fucking his hole fast and hard, adding another digit when he cries out in pleasure.
Cum drips down my fist as he shudders his release—hot, intense, fast.
Grabbing my own cock, I rub it up and down his flesh, pushing his cheeks together and cocooning my cock as I pump my hips forward, letting his ass crack jerk me off.
When he looks over his shoulder at me, I lose my load all up his back. I fucking want inside him so bad, it’s torture.
“You ever going to fuck me, perv?” he asks with a raised brow.
I stiffen everywhere and count down inside my mind to calm myself and prevent from wrecking his tight little hole in one thrust. Once I have myself under control, I lick my lips. Bending down, I kiss his asshole. “Soon, when you’re ready for me, boy.”
But the truth is, I’m not sure I’m ready.
The moment I truly have him, I’m afraid I may never let him go.
That’s scary as hell for a guy like me—one who likes to dabble and play, but never stays. This broken, tortured boy, though…
Fuck, he makes me want things I’ve never wanted before.
More.
“What is this place?” Xavi asks, hiding a smile.
“A honky tonk bar. Ever heard of one?”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes light up with amusement. “I sing rock, not country, man. This is the kind of shit they sing about in songs. Never thought it was real life.”
“It’s real,” I say with a chuckle.
He picks up his beer and sips on it while my eyes track the other patrons. We’ve been cooped up in the cabin and I thought we were due for a night out. Problem with Xavi is he’s fucking famous. You can’t go in public without people noticing him.
Unless you go to the most redneck bar you can find.
And make him wear a ball cap.
My eyes land on his, and I admire how fucking hot he is wearing my Yankees ball cap. The bill shadows his face and highlights his pouty mouth. I’ve been hard ever since we sat down at this high-top table. I want his mouth on mine, then wrapped around my dick.
“You have a possessive glint in your eyes,” he says, biting the inside corner of his bottom lip. “You can’t suck my cock in front of everyone. They’ll kick our asses.”
Leaning forward, I stretch my leg between his under the table. “I was thinking your lips on my dick sounded better.”
He tenses and darts a nervous glance over his shoulder. As much as I want to flaunt Xavi Jacobs as my boy, he’s not ready for that. Not even fucking close.
“Later,” I promise. “Maybe even in the parking lot if you’re a good boy.”
His Adam’s apple bobs and he lets out a chuckle. “And if some cowboys walk by? Then what? This doesn’t seem like the kind of town that accepts…” he trails off and frowns.
Fuck, those lips are going to be the death of me.
“Accepts what?” I demand, rubbing at his leg with mine.
His cheeks blaze crimson, and he dips his head, hiding his features. Reaching forward, I put a finger under his chin and lift his gaze to meet mine. I arch a brow, challenging him.
“Whatever this is,” he grinds out, his jaw clenching.
“Right now, it’s called fucking around.” I wink at him. “Soon, it’ll be just plain ol’ fucking.”
His full lips tug into a smile. I pull away when a waitress with big tits brings us another round of beers.
“Doll, I’ve been looking at you for an hour now trying to place where I know you,” she says, tapping her cheek as she attempts to remember. “Did you go out with Lucy Monroe from Madison High a few years ago?”