I squealed as Brack flipped us over dislodging my hands. He was hard again. Or maybe his erection never left. I sat back on his thighs and admired his cock. Placing my fingers around the head, I squeezed gently.
“Harder,” he said with lust in his voice.
“Mmm, I want to suck.”
“What’s stopping you?” he asked gruffly.
I gripped harder like he asked. “I want you shooting off in my pussy this time.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “Suck me first and that can be arranged.”
I didn’t care that I was a sticky mess. I wiggled off him until my knees hit the floor. He moved down a bit so I could comfortably reach him with my mouth. He propped himself on his arms and watched. I stuck my tongue out and licked just the tip. I didn’t always like the taste of men but Brack was yummy. When I’d sucked his cum from my fingers, I’d wanted to go back for seconds. I flicked my tongue against him watching his reaction. It wasn’t much. I knew he liked it hard. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked a little as I circled his balls with one hand and his cock with the other.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as I took him deeper. At the same time, I put additional pressure around his cock. My lips met my fingers and I sucked while bobbing my head. His groan had me tightening my fingers even harder.
“I want to grab your hair but I’m afraid I’ll hurt your head,” he moaned out on a ragged breath.
His cock slipped from my mouth as I looked up. He stared at the stream of saliva between his dick and my lips. I smiled. “I’m fine, do what feels good.”
His eyes met mine as he placed his fingers in my hair and pushed my mouth to his cock again. I opened wide and took him deeper.
“Fuck me you’re good at this.”
I didn’t take it the wrong way—I was good at this. The second lover in my life, an Australian tennis pro, spent a lot of time teaching me fellatio. He wasn’t into returning the favor frequently and I finally kicked him to the sideline. He came out of the closet a year ago and it all made sense. But who better to teach about blowjobs than a gay man? I didn’t feel comfortable enough to practice my skills with most of the men I slept with. Brack was different. I wanted his cock. And like most things in my life, I took what I wanted.
tl;dr recommendation: Three Point Seven Five Stars: Brack’s smoldering eyes are the #1 reason to read this book.
Overall this is a fun sports read with a bit of suspense. Yes, Olivia was fairly obnoxious when she was being overly stubborn or a crazed nymphomaniac, but for the most part I enjoyed her. She was pretty funny at times, and I liked when she finally started to focus on what was important. What I really enjoyed though was Brack. YES PLEASE. His smoldering eyes, strength & no-brokering attitude was fantastic. He makes this book worth reading. I especially loved the self defense training sessions!!
However, I have to say, I didn’t enjoy the ending. And I doubt I’m the only one, so I’m pretty sure for that reason alone this book’s reviews are going to oscillate wildly. I won’t give you any spoilers, but I was left with a bad taste in my mouth because 1) it felt so super rushed; 2) she’s a fucking idiot. She lies about something rather important to trick Brack into doing something he may or may not have done otherwise; and 3) she ignores Brack for weeks before she decides its the right time to “fix everything.” Did not love.
I gave this book 3.75 stars because I really enjoyed the majority of this story!! ALSO, DO NOT WORRY, I’m not dissuaded from this series or author – I definitely enjoyed the suspense & connection between Olivia & Brack here and I will definitely read another from this series, especially if there are more men like Brack…. 😉
(I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review)