Page 58 of Shade
No. Also creepy.Get your shit together, Scar.
He steps closer to the bed, in front of me now. He looks different. He’s clearly been in a fight tonight too, and though I want to ask, his disposition tells me not to pry.
There’s a clanking, his buckle freed, and then I hear the yank of his zipper, and my eyes can’t help but drop when his jeans do.
Wouldn’t yours?
Shade Sawyer drops his pants, you fucking look!
So I do. I want to burn the image into my brain forever.
Jesus Christ.Just. . . . Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
He is magnificent, every line and muscle defined leading down to the V of his hips that make me drool. He steps out of his jeans and kicks them aside standing before me naked.
You gasped at the sight of him, too, didn’t you? Is your heart pounding like mine?
Do you see me there on the bed? I’m the one who just gulped. Actually fucking gulp as Shade steps closer, his eyes drifting over my naked body. His eyes remain low, his calloused fingers tracking my collarbone. With him closer, I can smell his manly scent. He smells like gas and maybe a little bit like tequila. Not sure.
Judging by the bloodshot eyes, he’s certainly been drinking a lot tonight. Maybe even drunk and hasn’t said a motherfucking word to me yet.
Why isn’t he talking?
His hand reaches out and makes contact with my chest when he gives me a gentle shove, laying me flat against the mattress before him.
Tingles. All. Over.
Hastily, his hands touch my legs, lifting and tugging them outward, opening me wide before him. He bends, his palms on my knees and wrapping around the backs of them bringing me to the edge of the bed.
Yes! He’s not running away or kicking me out!
Removing his hand from my body, he strokes his cock once, twice. . . fuck me. It’s the most carnal thing I’ve ever seen, and I wish it was appropriate to snap a picture of him doing that and make it into one of those clever Gifs.
His semi-erect cock is hard with a few strokes. Guess what? His nipples and tongue aren’t the only things pierced. I love a man with a pierced dick, and to my great surprise, Shade’s cock is sporting bling. On the underside of his shaft, he has a frenum barbell, one very similar to my clit barbell. At least we share the same taste in piercings.
I want his cock in my mouth. Badly. And you know, I doubt he will haveanycomplaints about it. Most guys don’t once you put them in your mouth.
I lick my lips, salivating.
Shade leans forward, his mouth at my neck but I push back, my hands on his chest, smiling at him and then sitting up with my feet touching the floor. My head is at his waist, and I look up at him through my lashes. “Can I?”
Why are you asking?
His hands rise up over my shoulders and cup my face, his thumbs dragging over my lips, parting them, blazing with lust and tenacity as his bloodshot eyes make a leisurely pass down my body, but never land on anything in particular.
He doesn’t say anything to me. Still.
Not a word. Won’t even make eye contact with me.
Okay, so no talking and no eye contact. Got it.
I don’t waste time. My hands eagerly stroke his cock, so hard, smooth and perfect. My lips stretch around his thick length, his cock flexing against my tongue.
When my mouth takes him deep inside, letting him and his piercing hit the back of my throat, Shade’s hands fist in my hair. He releases a guttural groan, his body sagging. As he shudders, I smile around his cock, that me—Scarlet the “not maid” anymore—has enticed this reaction from Shade Sawyer.
He’s big, my lips sliding over rock-hard thickness. He groans and I place my hands on his thighs, working my mouth up and down his shaft, taking him as deep as I can. I suck him in deeper, each downward pump hitting his balls.
Minutes pass, his hand tightens in my hair.
