Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I mouthed his dick over the worn fabric, and he gasped.
“TJ? You’re really…”
“I’ve wanted to taste you since the first time I saw you. No way am I giving up this chance.”
He reached for me, and I sat back. “You only get this if you stay where I put you.”
“I’m not…”
“Yes, you are. You’re mine right now, and you’ll do as I say because you want this as much as I do.”
“Oh fuck.”
I nuzzled him again, then used my teeth just enough to let him know I could hurt him if I wanted to.
He worked his hips as if asking me for more. “What have you done to me?”
“Not much yet, but I’m going to possess you.”
He held his breath as I popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper.
“Jesus. I don’t think I could have waited as long as I did if I’d known you go commando under these tight jeans.”
“No time for underwear. Had to get away from my fucking brother.”
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “You should always be bare like this.”
“No.”
I laughed as I pressed my nose against his pubes and breathed deeply, loving the warm, musky scent of him. “I bet I can get you to do whatever I want.”
“I really fucking hate you.”
“Yes,” I said, stroking the length of his cock and watching as he sank his teeth into his lower lip. I didn’t want him holding back. I wanted all his gasps and moans. I would push him until he couldn’t stop me. I wanted to hear how much he needed it. “But you don’t hate this.”
I took him into my mouth, letting my lips slide slowly down his cock as I pressed the flat of my tongue against the underside. I drew him in deeper and deeper. When I swallowed around him, he reached up, trying to find something to grip. His fingers scrabbled against the top of the door before managing to get a grip on the frame.
I sucked him hard, bobbing my head and letting my wet, sloppy lips move along him. When I took him all the way down, letting him block my airway and fill my throat, his hand slipped from the door frame. He reached up again, gripping the sides as he worked his hips, thrusting against my mouth.
I let him fuck me like that. I wanted to feel him working me over. I wanted him wild. I wanted him to fully let go. I didn’t mind that I couldn’t breathe. I knew I could pin him to the door if I needed to.
Sometimes I enjoyed being the one who felt used. I’d give Rhys control for now, then I would turn him around, open him up, and ram my cock into his ass. I’d make sure he felt it for days.
11
RHYS
TJ’s mouth felt so fucking good. I’d never had a blow job so good in my life. He wasn’t holding anything back. He didn’t care how rough I was. He didn’t even seem to need to breathe.
His talented mouth already had me close, but I didn’t want this to end. I wanted it to go on forever. I’d thought the barn was spinning around me before, but now it was all I could do to stay upright, even with my body pressed to the door. If it hadn’t been for TJ’s hands on my hips, I might have fallen. I looked down, trying to focus on him. God, the way his lips stretched around my cock was obscene. It was also beautiful.
Why was he so damn perfect?
I squirmed, trying to pull back, pressing my hips to the door, my hands gripping the sides. I was determined to show him I could hold on, that I didn’t have to touch him. Wait. Didn’t that mean I was doing exactly what he told me? If I obeyed him, wasn’t I under his control? The bastard had me so mixed up.
It was also probably the whiskey’s doing.
Or was it? I figured I was as drunk off TJ as I was off any liquor I’d ever had.
He pulled off my cock and looked up at me. One of his hands cupped my sac, weighing my balls, then tugging on them. I just stared at him, my mouth open. He smirked at me, and I wanted—needed—to keep hating him. I also needed his hot mouth back on my cock. I needed to plunge deep into his throat. I needed to forget about being obedient, forget about letting him chain me up with no more than his words. I needed to grab hold of him and force myself into him. I wanted to hurt him.
“You’re thinking evil thoughts,” he said.
Before I could respond, he swiped his tongue along the length of my cock and teased my slit, sucking just on my cockhead. He made a show of licking my precum from his lips. “You taste as good as I thought you would.”