Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Jet looks triumphant. “I tried to warn you. The morning after we …”
I scoff. “Bullshit. You practically pushed me to call him.”
“That’s not how I remember it.”
“Then how do you remember it?”
Chapter Four
JET
THE MORNING AFTER
Never—like never, ever, ever, ever—had I woken up so sated, so loose, and yet so achy at the same time.
An arm was draped over my middle, the heat of Soren making my back sticky with sweat. I was hard again because, apparently, my body hadn’t had enough ravishing from the hockey god. No, sex god.
I rolled over to face him, and in the bright light of early morning, I’d never seen someone so beautiful. He had high cheekbones for a guy, and his light-brown hair fell across his forehead. His morning scruff was thicker than I could grow in a week, and his lips were plump, making me want to run my fingers over them.
“Why are you staring at me?” he mumbled, and I laughed. He hadn’t yet opened his eyes.
“Wondering if I should wake you up or sneak out of here.” I didn’t want to pull a disappearing act, but that was the deal with one-night stands.
His large arm pulled me closer. “Waking me up is mean, but I’ll take that over you leaving.”
“Is it still mean if I wake you up with another round?”
“Mmm, less mean.” He finally opened his eyes, and the shine in his honey-colored gaze made my breath catch in my throat.
“You’re kinda beautiful,” I whispered. It took all my energy not to cringe at how stupid I sounded.
Instead of thinking I’m an idiot, Soren’s lips turned up. “I feel objectified.”
“Good. Because that’s exactly how I meant it.”
A firm hand gripped my ass, and Soren rolled over, pulling me on top of him. “You were saying something about another round?”
Even though I was achy all over, my cock didn’t care. It wanted more of Soren—as much as it could get.
“What’d you have in mind?”
Soren’s hand trailed down my back, and his finger slipped into the crease of my ass. I must’ve winced or tensed because he pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“Okay, there goes that idea.” He gripped my hips and pulled me up. “Wiggle up here. I’ll suck you off.”
“Nnghh.”
Soren shoved an extra pillow behind his head. “I take it you like that idea?”
“I love that idea.” I crawled my way up the bed until I was straddling his chest.
He looked up at me with this smile that took my breath away, and I immediately knew this hookup would be hard to forget. Not the sex, but his face, his body … the way his hands ran up and down my thighs.
Just like last night, this guy did things to me I didn’t understand. He brought new sensations that were indescribable. And finally—finally—I was finding out firsthand what the huge fuss was over sex.
I inched closer, my cock brushing his lips, until he opened wide and sucked the tip into his mouth.
I wanted more.
My cock disappeared between his lips. His tongue swirled around me, and then his cheeks hollowed as he sucked me deep.
I had to hold on to the bed frame, or I was likely going to hit my head on the wall in front of me.
Through shuddery breaths and grunting, I found a steady pace without choking him. “You look even hotter with my cock in your mouth.”
He hummed around me.
My whole body vibrated.
One of his hands remained on my hip while his other began jerking himself. Even though I couldn’t see it, the motion of his hand and knowing what he was doing had my dick leaking.
I pulled out to the tip, and precum smeared on Soren’s lips and chin. “Can I come in your mouth?”
Soren nodded.
The sight of my cock sliding in and out had my balls drawing up tight. He took me all the way to the root easily, and I was able to move in fast and shallow movements.
His hand stilled, and he moaned around me, shuddering and writhing beneath me. Even through his orgasm, he kept sucking me off.
My breathing ended up syncing with my thrusts until my orgasm hit, and Soren swallowed me down, every last drop.
He was still licking me clean when I managed to climb off and collapse beside him.
Soren reached for the bedside table for tissues to clean himself up.
When he was done, he rolled to face me.
I wanted to pass out again. “I’ll be out of your hair in a minute. Gotta catch my breath.”
“No rush.” His words seemed genuine and made my stomach annoyingly fluttery. “Checkout isn’t until ten.”
As tempting as it was to ask to stay and order room service, I knew I needed to get out of there before I was too far gone over a guy I wasn’t going to see again. I was going on tour. He was a hockey player. Anything past one night was doomed for us the minute our eyes met in his locker room last night.