Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“You better get to work by undressing me.” Reed’s voice is exactly what I want. Rough, confident, and so damn hot.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, but before I can lift it off him, he stops me.
“Slowly.”
I grin. I could so get into this game.
Leaning forward, I kiss him as my hands trail up his sides and my fingers run over his stomach. When I reach higher, he lifts his arms and we’re forced to pull apart, but as soon as his shirt hits the floor, our mouths come back to one another—exploring, devouring.
Reed’s arms wrap around my back as I reach for his belt and slowly loosen it. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and underwear.
“Nuh-uh,” he says. “Jeans only.” Once they hit the floor, Reed’s hand pushes down on my shoulder. “Take the rest off with your teeth.”
“You’re really getting into this bossy thing, aren’t you?” I drop to my knees.
He groans as I tongue the hard planes of his abs, and his hand fists in my hair. His cock tries to push its way out of his tight boxer briefs, and even though the nerves have only intensified, adrenaline is now outweighing the insecurities over never having done this with a guy before. All I want to do is rip the rest of his clothes off and bury myself in him. My hands skim up his powerful thighs, but Reed grabs my wrists and holds them to his chest.
“No hands,” he orders.
I moan, because I want him naked as soon as possible, and only using my mouth is hard. I kiss my way down his left side and grip his briefs between my teeth. When I only manage to get them halfway down his ass, he huffs.
“Screw this. I’m too impatient.” He releases my hands and yanks off his underwear.
I have to laugh because it hadn’t even been ten seconds of trying.
When his hand goes into my hair, he grips it close to the root so he has full control. “Suck me into your mouth.”
Yes. This is what I want—what I’ve wanted for so damn long. My mouth wraps around his tight, salty skin.
“Just the tip,” he says.
My tongue runs over his slit and precum fills my mouth. At the taste, my own cock leaks and begs for action.
Reed guides himself into my mouth in short and slow movements, allowing me to get used to him. “Fuck, cup my balls.”
I do as he says and almost come when he thrusts harder into my mouth. He restrains himself so he’s not forcing deep throat action on me, but his hips pick up speed as he moves in and out.
“Suck harder,” he says, but as soon as I do, he swears under his breath and pulls out. “Wait, bad idea. I want you in my ass when I come.”
I groan. “Bloody hell. At this rate, I’m going to come in my pants and we won’t have that opportunity.”
Reed smiles and widens his stance. Gripping my hand, he brings it to my mouth. “Suck.”
I coat my fingers in as much salvia as I can manage, and when I glance up, Reed gives me the nod. He guides my mouth back to his cock as my fingers find his crease and press against his hole. I work my middle finger down to the knuckle and watch Reed for a reaction.
He throws his head back, and his ass clenches around my finger. There’s no way I’m going to last more than thirty seconds inside him. He’s hot and tight, so much so I’m surprised when he says, “More.”
I’ve thought about bottoming before. I’ve always been curious, but adding a second finger inside Reed, I can’t help wondering how it doesn’t hurt.
Everything changes when my fingers hit that spongey spot inside him. I’ve tried to find my own prostate, but it’s hard to get my finger high enough. No way am I risking buying a toy and having Anders find it in our apartment, and I haven’t been comfortable enough with any of the women I’ve been with to ask them to experiment.
“Fuck,” Reed hisses. “Scissor your fingers. Stretch me.”
His hips piston, and his cock goes to the back of my throat. I almost choke and gag but remind myself to breathe through my nose. My fingers work him over, massaging his prostate until he’s grunting and fucking my face at a tempo I’m barely able to keep up with.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Reed says. “I’m too close.”
Part of me wants to say fuck it and let him come in my mouth, but the bigger part knows this can’t happen again, and I only have this chance to get everything I can from Reed. I’ll allow myself to have this night, and then when it’s done, Anders will disappear from Reed’s life and I’ll be his colleague and nothing more.