Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Turn back over, Rayne. Get on your stomach.”
I do, and he runs a soft hand over my back. Then he straddles my ass and starts rubbing where my shoulders hurt.
“I looked these spots up,” he says hoarsely. “On my phone today.”
Dude’s not lying. He knows all the pressure points. He rubs me until I’m moaning. I can feel his dick pressed to my lower back. My own cock and balls rest heavy against the bed’s blankets, throbbing as his thumbs rub my shoulders.
“Damn,” I groan.
“Right here?” He rubs the spot that I first showed him, and it’s so good I’m panting.
He stops, and his hand parts my cheeks. He strokes my balls, gives my stiff cock a few pumps, squeezes my base from behind.
I groan, thrusting my hips.
He holds my balls, rolling then tugging lightly. “Do you trust me?” It’s a low rasp.
“Some.”
He leans away, and I hear something rustle. Something cold presses behind my balls—one of the TENS leads. His face is a mask as he urges me onto my back and puts another one on the underside of my shaft, just below the head.
“Oh fuck…” I’m laughing in a nervous kind of way, reaching for myself. My hand hovers over my abs as his finger traces up my thick cock.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He rubs a fingertip over the pad pressed to my cock. “It feels really good, I promise.”
He grips the base of my erection, pumps a few times. I shift my hips, groaning. “Have you done it?”
“All the time in college. I’ll start really low.”
He turns it on, and I’m hit with a hard rush of sensation. It’s like a kick…and then a hot flush through my junk. I groan and lift my hips as it builds in my balls. “Oh fuck…” They start to sort of throb. I can’t keep my hips from lifting…thrusting as a golden burst of pleasure spreads all through me.
“Aghhh.” I tense my glutes, making my cock bounce as so much tight, thick pleasure builds there, I’m just moaning…letting out these guttural hoarse groans. He cups my balls, squeezing just a little, and cum rolls down my tip.
I groan, hoarse and guttural.
“Good?” he whispers.
He does something to the machine, giving me a jolt of muscle-quaking bliss. “Oh, shit.” My teeth begin to chatter. A new wave of heat rolls through me. “I’m…about to come.” My legs start shaking. He leans down, tracing my cockhead with his warm tongue. I pull his hair and feel his low laugh vibrate through his body. His smart fingers press the lead behind my balls, which sends me out of this world. Then he works a fingertip into me, and I’m done.
I open my eyes later to a dark, quiet room. Pale light tilts in through the curtains—streetlights, traffic lights, the moonlight. My mouth is dry and my head feels fuzzy.
“Luke?”
He fits himself around me. With a thick arm over my chest, he holds me against him. His cheek brushes my hair. With a deep breath and a long, slow exhalation, he’s asleep again.
13
Luke
Vance screws his face up as he sticks his tongue out, looking like a zombie as he grabs at his mouth. “What was that?” His face sours. “Shaving cream?”
I grin, rubbing my jaw. “Must have missed a spot.”
“Taste how bitter it is.”
His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and we’re kissing again. This time we don’t come up for air until we’re on the floor of the port-a-room in a tangle of hands and dicks and cum.
“Oh, shit.” A milk-white drop spills on my pants, and he grabs for toilet paper to dab at it. I’m trying to keep my laughter quiet as I grin at his troubled, paint-smeared face.
I clean my own hands off and wipe my dick. He’s still bent over the spot. “V.”
His gray eyes flash up to mine. I smile gently. “I can wear the jacket.”
“Yeah, but fuck—it’s Marky Mark, man.”
“We’ve met several times before for similar charity work.”
I lean up and ruffle his hair…wrap my hand around his neck and urge him to straddle my lap. Then I kiss him. Because, for this one moment, I can. It’s the way the songs and movies make it seem, like everything around us spins a little. Like we’re at the center of the universe.
When we come up for air, I pull him up against me and we lie flat on the blanket spread over the port-a-room floor.
“You want to see him?”
He laughs. “Hell yeah.”
“We’ll come through there. Walk and talk.”
“Those CK ads of his were life. And that catwalk video?”
I grin. “I know.”
“Was young Luke perving on him?”
I shift my gaze up to the little building’s ceiling. “Everyone has seen it.”
“Who’d you get all Jilly-y over back in your time, old guy?”
I snort. “We’re both millenials.”
“I guess we are.”
He rests his cheek on my chest, and we lie together, just being and breathing. I think of the odds that something like a fire will happen while I’m out here with him. That, or a shooting. All the footage would be reviewed and—