Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I clear my throat and look at Jacobs. “We do.”
Jacobs smiles. “Seriously.”
“So, why are you out of bed?” I ask again.
“I was hungry.” He holds up a bag of Doritos. “Vending machine.”
“Back to your room. Now.”
He takes the stairs, so we take the elevator. Leaning back against the wall, we’re both silent as the elevator takes a billion years to climb two floors.
The playfulness between us is gone now, and when the door opens to Jacobs’s floor, I hesitate to get out.
That is, until he holds the door open for me.
I push off the wall and smile at him. “For a second there, I thought you were doubting this.”
He grabs me by my shirt and pulls me toward his room. “Not doubting anything.”
I stumble after him, and we’ve barely made it inside before Jacobs pushes me against the wall.
His mouth is on mine a moment later, all hard and punishing, pushing his tongue in my mouth and making me groan.
It’s obvious he likes taking control, and as much as I love it, I can’t help wanting to take over and struggle against him.
I don’t care where we end up, only that we have to fight to get there.
I force him backward to the opposite side so I’m the one pinning him in place.
“That’s how it’s going to be tonight, is it?” Jacobs murmurs against my mouth.
Instead of answering him, I kiss him harder.
I’m too lost in his body and his mouth, the way he gives as much as he takes, to begin to get nervous about following through on all the blowjob talk.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been curious in the past. Not, like, actually thought about going down on another guy but what it must be like for the girls who’ve done it to me.
It looks so hot from my angle, but I’ve wondered if it feels just as good.
Guess I’m about to find out.
My hands reach for the bulge in his shorts, and I rub my hand over his hard cock.
Jacobs shudders and pulls off my mouth, throwing his head back and leaning into my hand.
I flick the button on his shorts and lower the zipper. His bare cock springs free, and my gaze gets stuck on it. Swollen and desperate-looking, the reddish head leaks precum as I give him a stroke.
“Commando?”
“Yup. I knew tonight was going to end this way. Less obstacles.”
“Who knew you were smart as well as good at hockey?”
That adorable frown line I love so much creases his forehead. “I feel like there could be a compliment in there somewhere, but I’m struggling to see it.”
I laugh and give his cock another hard stroke.
“Fuck, who cares,” he breathes. He closes the gap between us again and kisses me while I jerk him slow but firm.
I moan.
Our bodies are pressed against each other, and when I move my hand over him, I feel it on my cock through the material of my jeans.
I could come like this.
No. Hold out.
I can’t catch my breath.
I pull away from his mouth and try to get my body under control.
Ooh, idea.
“So, what are the stakes here?” I ask.
“Wha?” Jacobs is barely listening. He’s too busy rolling his hips and sliding his cock in and out of my hand.
“I bet I can make you come faster than you can get me off.”
Jacobs huffs. “Does everything have to be a competition with you?”
“Nope. That’s a Jacobs-specific thing.”
“Oh, now I feel special.”
“And I’m about to make you feel so fucking good.” I drop to my knees.
His shorts are around his ankles, his shirt still on. I lift the hem so I can get a good look at what I’m working with and let out a loud breath.
Anticipation and ego mix with my nerves at the sight of his cock. I’ve glanced at this thing a million times but never really took notice. It’s a lot more intimidating being eye to … eye with it.
Jacobs covers my hand on his dick with his own and moves it.
Oops. I might’ve stalled for a second.
“What, you scared? What happened to ‘it’s so small you can’t even see it’? Different story now it’s going down your—”
I cover the head with my mouth to shut him up.
It works.
Well, it changes the topic anyway.
“Holy fucking, shit fucking fuck.”
I’d chuckle if I wasn’t trying to concentrate so hard.
And, okay, it’s not as magically hot giving instead of receiving. It’s weird.
I’m conscious of my teeth and trying to take more in my mouth, breathing through my nose, and moving my hand on the part my mouth doesn’t cover.
But when I glance up at Jacobs through my lashes and see him staring down at me with hooded eyes, his lips parted while he tries to suck in air, and the way his chest heaves … okay, there’s the magic.