Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“I’d rather you did that too.”
One more step, and we were close enough to touch.
I gave in.
I had to know. Had to feel it.
When our lips touched, something inside me snapped. Hunger took over. I wasn’t gentle—I couldn’t be. I felt like I’d been starving, and Jeremy was the only thing that could save me.
He didn’t pull away. He opened for me, let my tongue slide against his, then his hands gripped my hips, yanking us together. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against my hip. He was just as desperate as I was.
God, I needed this. Not just the contact—but him. The realness of him. My head spun from the intensity. I didn’t want to stop, even when I needed to breathe.
Finally, he pushed at me gently. We both needed air. I sucked on his tongue once more, then let him go.
He smiled—hungry, promising. I backed up like a skittish colt. Why the hell was I so nervous? I’d never felt like this before. Not even when I thought I might get caught.
Get it together, Marine. You’re in charge here.
Except I wasn’t. Not even close. Jeremy could’ve done anything he wanted to me, and I would’ve let him. He came closer. I stepped back—and hit the wall.
Panic surged.
“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice was gentle. No pity. Just care.
I nodded. I was bigger. Stronger. I had nothing to be afraid of—physically. Emotionally? He was breaking through all my defenses.
I grabbed his shoulders, ready to spin him around, push him to the wall instead. I couldn’t lose control again.
Then he dropped to his knees.
I froze. Holy God. Was he really going to…?
His fingers brushed over my cock, barely restrained behind my thin running shorts. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how to breathe. His touch was tentative, teasing. It was too much. I was going to explode before I even felt his mouth around me.
Open your eyes and watch him.
I can’t.
Yes, you can.
I did.
He looked up at me, unsure. Whatever he saw in my eyes must’ve convinced him, because he tugged at my waistband, pulling down my shorts and jock strap. My cock sprang free, and he licked his lips as his fingers curled around it.
I almost came right then, just from that. His fingers were long, slim, perfect. He was tender and hot at the same time. I’d been touched by plenty of men. Good ones. Skilled ones. But I’d never felt anything like Jeremy.
He ran his thumb over the head, collecting a drop of precum, then spreading it around. I swayed, dizzy from the sensation. This was too much. Too intense. Too real.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered.
Had I imagined those words?
No—he was real.
His hands on me were so fucking real.
“Please,” I whispered back, hating how desperate I sounded.
Jeremy
Connor’s eyes locked with mine, dark and intense, his jaw rigid and his bottom lip caught between his teeth so tightly the color drained away. God, he looked ready to explode. I stroked his cock slowly and blew across the tip, hoping it would help him relax, let go. His thighs tensed beneath my hands like coiled steel. When I tongued the slit, he let out this tortured sound and clawed at the wall behind him, like he was trying to hold on to something—anything.
“Hold on to me,” I told him, voice low and firm.
“Fuck!” he groaned, grabbing the sides of my head.
There. That was better. I loved the way his strong hands tugged at my hair. I might have been on my knees, but I was in control. I could reduce this tough-as-nails Marine to nothing but breath and desperation. I could suck him off, make him tremble, make him beg. I could toy with him until he came undone and surrendered everything to me. And I would—slowly, relentlessly.
When I took his cock into my mouth, he shuddered hard, but stayed quiet, fighting himself. Typical Connor. I pushed deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft, and slid one hand between his legs, silently asking him to open up.
He widened his stance. Still tense but trusting me. That was progress.
I experimented—pressure here, a flick of my tongue there. My fingers traced a line along his perineum while my other hand gently rolled his balls. He gasped and pushed into my mouth. Oh yes, that was the spot. I let my fingertips brush his hole—nothing forceful, just enough to make him wonder. Teasing, promising.
“More. God, I need more.” His voice was ragged and rough, full of need he didn’t want to admit.
I smiled around his cock. That was what I wanted—Connor giving in, letting himself need this.
I nuzzled into his palm, letting him know I liked it, that I liked him. I sucked harder, working him faster, edging him closer to the brink. I wanted to ruin him in the best way possible.