Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“God, you’re such an ass,” I snapped impatiently as Cass continued to talk over me. I turned my back to him so I could temper not just my anger, but my growing hard-on. “Look, maybe we just need some time apart—”
That was all I got out before Cass spun me around and crashed his mouth down on mine.
“No,” he growled and then he was kissing me again. His hands roamed all over my back until they settled on my ass. He gripped my ass cheeks hard, lifting me at the same time that he forced me back several steps. I realized he’d taken my words about spending time apart literally. I had absolutely no desire to end whatever it was we had between us, but even if I’d wanted to clarify that point, Cass made it impossible because his mouth feasted on mine, leaving me breathless. His strong fingers didn’t ease up at all, even when my back hit the edge of the kitchen table. By the time he lifted me so I was sitting on the table, I’d forgotten what we’d been fighting about in the first place.
Cass practically ripped my shirt off me as he dragged it over my head and threw it to the floor. My socks and shoes were gone in a flash and then my pants and briefs were being dragged off my body, leaving me completely naked while he was still fully dressed.
For a second, I thought the whole thing had been a setup so he could escape me, but when his heavy hand pushed me down so I was flat on my back on the table, I knew it wasn’t a game. If I’d needed any further proof that Cass was as lost to the throes of passion as I was, I got it when his big hands wrapped around my ankles so he could lift my legs until I was spread wide open for him. I should have been horrified, scared, and humiliated as he set my feet down on the table, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable.
I wasn’t horrified.
Or scared.
Or even humiliated.
Not with the way Cass was looking at me. His dark eyes were burning with lust but there was something else there too. Something that had me spreading my legs wider and lifting my hips to give him a better view instead of trying to hide from him.
Cass let out what sounded like a snarl and then grabbed me by the hips and yanked me forward until my balls were pressed up against his hard-on which was still confined behind his jeans. I could see my pre-cum streaking the denim.
His expression remained hard and hungry, but when he ran his palm from my neck down to the point just above where the head of my dick was bobbing up and down, his touch was deliciously rough because of his calloused hand. Yet it was also achingly gentle, and no part of my upper body went untouched. I arched my back as the pops of electricity beneath my skin followed the touch of his hand. When Cass tortured me by running one finger down the length of my sensitive cock, I had to turn my head so my moan wouldn’t be overheard by any potential neighbors. My position made it impossible to see what came next.
Though I didn’t have eyes on what was to come, hearing the sound of spit was a familiar one and truth be told, it did scare me. Cass’s spittle landed in random spots on my dick and groin. Despite my fear, my dick twitched with each drop that made contact with it. My mind and body warred with one another as each bit of saliva hit my sensitive skin.
The guys who’d fucked me at Tank’s had usually foregone real lube and had merely spit on my hole and the tips of their dicks before they’d rammed themselves into me.
It had never felt good.
What Cass was doing… it did feel good. Really good. And he was doing it to my dick, not his. I levered myself up onto my elbows so I could see everything he was doing to me. I was just in time to see a gob of spit leave his mouth and land on my balls. It was all I could do not to come on the spot when Cass lazily swiped his finger through the spit, mixing it with my lightly furred balls. His touch was gentle, tender even, his eyes curious.
Until he lifted them and saw me watching what he was doing.
“On your back,” Cass growled. He held my gaze while I remained unmoving because I was torn between obeying him or ending this whole thing. It finally hit me that what would or wouldn’t happen came down to one thing, and it was the one thing that was the hardest for me to give. Harder than even my love.