Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Jesus, get on with it,” I whispered, a mix of frustration and anticipation as he flicked his tongue out and it barely touched the tip of my cock. His hand was still moving leisurely up and down my shaft, and it was evident the fucker was going to take no small amount of pleasure in making me wait.
Closing my eyes against his smirk, I let the sensations wash over me, the darts of wetness where he pressed his lips or glided his tongue on my skin, the spike of pleasure when he gripped me harder and gave me one blissful second of suction before pulling off again. As much as I hated to admit it, Tucker was as good in the bedroom as he was on the field and just as focused. Within moments, I was close to coming unhinged, and when I was afraid I’d come too soon, I gripped his neck tighter and urged him upright, where he barely managed to suck in a breath before our lips crashed together.
It was a rough kiss, my teeth digging into his bottom lip savagely, my tongue plunging recklessly into his mouth. He retaliated by pulling me impossibly closer, hands on my ass, gripping and spreading me open and pulling me in tight. His erection ground against me, and I gave him the same back.
“That’s it.” Tucker’s voice was a low grunt in my ear. “That’s what I want.” And fuck, the words alone spiked my arousal, his tongue lapping at my earlobe, his teeth, his hands, the scent of his skin an overwhelming assault.
I reached between us, trying to shove his shorts down and fist both our cocks at the same time like we’d done in the past, but Tucker flipped the script on me, spinning me around so that he was behind me the way he’d been in the pool, his cock grinding against my ass. It fucking sucked how much I liked him in that position.
His arms came around me, and my eyes started to flutter shut in relief that he was about to grab my cock and finish me off, but instead, his voice came low in my ear. “Not even close to done with you, Whitt. Lie down.”
Seventy-five percent of me wanted to tell him to fuck off, wanted to tell him that he should be the one lying down, but the other twenty-five percent of me—which was comprised of my throbbing erection and the reluctant acknowledgment that Tucker clearly knew what the fuck he was doing—won out.
I stumbled onto the bed, rolling onto my back in time to get a split-second view of Tucker shucking his swim trunks and sandals and his stiff, swollen cock bobbing in the air. Then he was on top of me.
He dipped lower and claimed my mouth, one hand on the bare skin at my neck, forcing my head back, his thumb gliding along the taut tendons. His other hand traveled down my body and gripped my aching shaft.
I hissed in a breath as it slid up and down my length, teasing. He pressed his mouth to my ear again. “We’re gonna do something a little different.”
Before alarm bells could go off in my head, Tucker was sliding down my body, leaving a trail of kisses over my chest until he got to my cock and closed his mouth around it.
If this was “different,” it was fucking perfect, and I gripped the sheets, surging into his mouth and then crying out as a flicker of lightning shot through me when he brushed a finger over my hole. The fuck? “Malik!” I rasped when he did it again.
Tucker popped off my cock with a dark chuckle. “First-naming me again, already? Relax, Bougie.”
The protest died on my lips as he met my eyes and left me in a captivated stupor. He arched a brow before sinking lower, hands gripping my thighs and pushing them wider and up, exposing me completely. And somehow, I was just…letting him.
The warm lash of his tongue raced through me like fire as he flicked it over my hole.
“You’re locked up tighter than a fucking secret, you know.”
“I don’t have secrets,” I grated out because it felt like I didn’t, not with him, and definitely not in this position. The motherfucker could see straight into my desires, and if it hadn’t felt so fucking good, that fact alone would have made me dislike him even more.
“You do now.” He dipped his head and licked a long stripe up to my balls. “I’m your secret, and you’re mine.”
“Fuck.” The word leaked out of me like a deflating balloon, like a white flag of surrender, and every muscle in my body simultaneously tingled and melted. Malik Tucker rimming me in the guest bedroom of a famous producer’s mansion had not been on my list of possible outcomes for tonight, but there was no way I was going to stop him now.