Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Now that it was clear Knox’s rock hard dick was the leader, not his brain, he could no longer deny Liv was scorching hot. So hot, in fact, that Knox could barely breathe in his proximity. Big, muscular, tattooed, Liv was the picture of masculinity, but there was a beauty to his brute form, as if someone had carved him with special care.
Knox wanted to lick him.
But he wouldn’t. Even thinking about such things was outrageous. But his trembling hands wouldn’t listen and climbed Liv’s sides with reverence. It felt like seeing him for the first time, and Knox longed for this moment to last, for them to freeze like this and never need to go through doubt or regret again.
“You smell good,” Knox whispered, afraid of the meaning behind his own words.
Liv’s chest expanded as he inhaled, lowering his toned body until both their cocks were trapped together. Knox couldn’t breathe. Or think. Or be certain the man trembling at Liv’s touch was still him. He refused to meet his friend’s gaze, too afraid of the judgment he might see.
“You smell like the first barbeque of the season. Mouth-fucking-watering,” Liv rasped, pushing his hand under Knox’s top as he dropped his weight to his elbow, bringing their faces closer. The heel of his hand pulled Knox’s nipple, but that only lasted a moment, because his scalding fingers emerged through the collar and gently closed on Knox’s neck.
Knox whimpered and raised his knees to Liv’s sides, unable to hold back the rocking motion of his own hips. He was so hard, so close to coming already, regardless of whether they should be doing this in the first place.
This was a problem for future Knox, because the Knox of here and now wanted to rut.
So he squeezed Liv’s sides a bit harder and moved however his body urged him to, indulging in the intoxicating rhythm and the pressure it was building up inside him. Now that he’d experienced what it meant to be the object of Liv’s desire, he couldn’t fault Amanda for succumbing to it. How could anyone resist this man?
His body shook when Liv’s thumb stole up his chin and rubbed its rough tip across Knox’s lips.
He wasn't ready for that.
Then again, nobody could ever be ready for the storm named Liver Polk.
After a single mind-numbing squeeze to Knox’s throat, Liv moved his hand down, grabbed Knox’s knee, and pulled it to his hip in a demanding tug. Unable to resist that wordless command, Knox wrapped his legs around Liv's waist, and uttered a frantic whine that simultaneously made him embarrassed and even hornier.
He sounded so lewd. Like a porn slut. Was this how Liv liked his partners? Needy and at his mercy?
“Look,” Liv rasped, shoving his sweatpants lower. He pulled his hard shaft out so it rested on Knox’s partially covered stomach.
Look? Knox wouldn't close his eyes if someone ripped his head off. His breath turned ragged and saliva pooled in his mouth at the sight of that thick piece of meat. Any and all moral judgments could wait, because his world started and ended on the sight of Liv’s erect dick rubbing against him and leaving a trail of pre-cum on his skin. Heavy, throbbing with heat, and solid. Touching Knox.
“Oh, fuck…” he whimpered, squeezing his thighs around Liv’s hips and moving against him as if he were in heat. He was so close he could feel the upcoming orgasm on his tongue.
Sex had never felt anything like this.
He finally got to touch the real thing, and by the time Liv sank more of his weight on him, Knox didn’t have the capacity to be scared by that anymore.
The only thing that counted was Liv. His musky scent, which Knox recognized despite the intense fragrance of Ezra’s shampoo, his burning skin, his rough hands, the faint sound of his breath. Knox wanted to bottle up this moment and keep it with him forever, so he could remember it during the lonely nights to come.
But then, Liv held his chin and pushed it up so their eyes met. His were so dark. So intense. So… lustful it terrified Knox, but before he could have uttered a word of protest, Liv dipped in and licked his mouth.
It felt like being touched by lightning.
Were his insides made of electricity? Because Knox felt that tongue every-fucking-where. He opened his mouth to gasp, letting Liv in, and once their mouths locked, there was no escape from this madness.
Knox closed his eyes and let their tongues play as Liv’s thrusts sped up. Every time his dick rubbed over Knox’s sweaty stomach, sparks flew around them, igniting the bed, the floor, then the entire workshop. And Knox didn’t get left behind. He rocked his hips, seeking all the friction he could get. At this point, even the fabric of the sweatpants would be enough to get him off. They were both thrusting with their hips, but Knox did feel like Liv was the one doing the fucking. Both with his dick and his skillful tongue.