Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Oh my God. You’re killing me. You can’t give me a hickey again. I have to work tomorrow.”
“Sorry.” I flicked the spot with my tongue. “I wish I could mark you all over so everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Oh fuck,” Callum said tightly. “That’s so hot. You can be a little rougher with me in other ways. I like that, ya know?”
A growl tore from the back of my throat. I didn’t know what got into me. I wanted to claim him. Fuck him. Love him. I felt him in my bones, in every damn part of me. “I want you.” I pulled his earlobe between my teeth and tugged.
“Thank God. I was hoping you’d say that. I’ve been getting ready for you.”
“I think it might kill me to finally be inside you.” I hooked my hands under his thighs and lifted him. Callum wrapped his legs around my waist as I carried him toward the door. I almost tripped on the stairs, and we laughed as we fumbled to get inside.
Once we were finally there, I kicked the door closed behind us, and he took my mouth. We kissed and stumbled our way to the bedroom, where I pushed him against the wall again. I held Cal up with my body as I claimed his mouth, licked and gently sucked at his neck, though not enough to mark him, all the while thrusting against him like I was fucking him right there.
“I know you said you might die, but I’m feeling that way too,” he said when we parted for air.
I felt like a starving man and Callum was my favorite meal. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, into us, but I was filled with a constant, powerful need for him. “You make me crazy in the best ways. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to make this good for you.” I pulled back so he was on his feet. My forehead was against his as we breathed the same air.
Callum seemed to understand exactly what I meant. I hadn’t been with a guy. I knew how much he liked this, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. “It’s you, so it’ll be more than good for me. I just want you.” He pulled at my shirt. “Let’s get this off. I fucking love your chest.”
He took my shirt off, then went for my jeans. Callum went down on his knees to remove them and my underwear, before leaning in to nuzzle my groin. He lapped at my balls and sucked the head of my cock into his mouth. I hissed in pleasure at the hot suction of his mouth on my already tender cock.
When he stood again, he took his trunks off too, then put his arms over his head, wrists together. Damned if my knees didn’t go weak. He stood there in front of me, golden, tight body, hard cock, full balls, flat nipples, the scar I kissed every time we were together, and he was giving himself to me.
Somehow I knew what he wanted. I held his wrists against the wall, like he couldn’t get free. Callum moaned as soon as I did, and his eyes fluttered. I cupped his balls, then slid my hand up and stroked his shaft. “You like to be my little prisoner?” I asked into his neck before dragging my teeth along his skin.
“Fuck yes.” His legs went around my waist again. I still kept hold of him, pinned him to the wall with my body as we moved together like we were fucking.
“You like to be mine, don’t you?”
“God yes.” He arched toward me. I licked his scar, then one flat nipple, making it pebble. My free hand was at his hip, holding him, and he begged, “A little tighter,” so I listened, gave him more pressure in the two places I held him.
“This is okay?” I asked.
“This is good.” His head rolled to the side. “So good. And if you want to give me hickeys, you can on my torso where no one can see.”
My cock jerked…throbbed.
“We need to get to the bed so it’s easier for me to work.”
He laughed and held on tight as I carried him over. I laid Callum down, then went over on top of him. I held his wrists together over his head again while I sucked at one of his pecs.
“Fuck…Knox…please…” I kept drawing his skin into my mouth, making the blood rush to the surface and bruise.
When I pulled off, there was a purple hickey there. I smiled, kissed it, then looked up and saw the raw desire in Callum’s eyes. “Stay still so I can mark what’s mine.”
“Yours.”
I sucked numerous spots on his torso, his stomach. Callum writhed and begged and gasped beneath me.
“Since we’re here,” he said, “do you know what else I love?” He moved his body against mine, his hard cock rubbing against me.