Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I’m almost embarrassed how fast it’s over.
Even though I’m already coming, fresh waves of arousal keep hitting me when my cockhead rubs over the hair on his tense stomach.
Clyde might have been avoiding eye contact, but now that his hands are free, he’s not trying to scramble from under me. Instead, I sense his fingers inch up my arm. I’m still brainless with my orgasm, but I regret that I have my jacket on, because I’m starving for more skin-to-skin touch.
As if reading my mind, Clyde dips his other hand under my jacket. The way he slides his fingers under my tank top is so tentative, I’d call it shy. It’s so hard to imagine a loudmouth like Clyde Turner being timid. He had no hesitation when he almost stabbed me several times tonight.
When he presses his face to my neck, I just about melt into him, imagining us with no clothes on, and my dick deep inside him.
It’s so quiet. Almost as if all the woodland critters hiding in the trees surrounding the garages are holding their breath as they watch us. With my nose and lips tucked into Clyde’s smooth hair, I’m in a state of bliss. Who cares about the outside world, when I can have this bubble?
I move my arm under his head, so he can use it as a pillow while my other hand explores the waistband of his pants. I sense him stiffen, but he doesn’t stop me when I undo the zipper, and then slide my fingers past the waistband of his underwear, into sticky heat that makes my toes curl.
I’m touching his dick. And his cum.
He’s softening, but it’s no less hot to touch him now. He’s so responsive to me too. Clyde’s breath hitches against my skin when I give his dick a little squeeze. Nails dig in under my ribs, but it’s not painful. Hopefully, getting his rocks off took Clyde out of his stabby mood.
I love that he wants to explore my body even after we finished. My heart is soaring at all the things I want to do to him—with him. I never let myself think about it much, but he’s the hottest guy I know, and he wants me. I’m not letting him go now.
I gasp when his hot wet tongue rolls along my neck, and he even rubs his leg against my hip. He wants me. Wants me bad. I bet he’s got no one else. Like me. We could give each other the relief we both need. It wouldn’t have to affect anything in our real lives, especially if the truce sticks.
I’m not letting go of his cock until I have to, but I use my other hand to draw patterns on the side of his head as I dive in, focused on his lips.
Our eyes finally meet, and his are so dazed and half-lidded. I’ve never seen him like that, so blissed out and unguarded. Another new side I’m desperately eager to explore. But as soon as I move in for a kiss, his pupils widen, and he backs out just enough to deny me what I want even though he’s still under me.
“I’m not that gay,” he scoffs, and it’s so dumb I can hardly comprehend it.
My hand is still on his dick. He licked my neck. He came under me.
But a kiss is too much?
I want to laugh in his face and make some dumb jokes, but the peace between us is fragile, and even I can restrain myself when it’s needed. Sometimes.
I don’t want him sliding out of my arms yet, so I nod and nip his cheek, before tracing the imprints of my teeth with my tongue. Fuck he tastes good.
I want to have him every damn day. This is… this is everything.
He's so fucking perfect. His long hair has come undone and now lies over the asphalt like spilled gold. He's still flushed, smells like sex, and wears a leather jacket that looks so good on him. I’ve never wanted to admit it about a guy I hate, but there's no denying Clyde Turner is my biker wet dream.
I can live without kisses. For now.
“You know this ends with one of us dead?” Clyde whispers, but it doesn’t sound like the threats he greeted me with. And to make things more confusing, he slides his fingers up my spine as though he’s counting each vertebrae. It feels so good I can’t help but lean into his touch.
“Are you always this negative?” I ask, tasting his ear. Love how he shivers and tips his head a bit, as if asking me to continue. Maybe if we lie here long enough, he’ll get hard again.
“I’m just realistic. This wouldn’t fly in my club even if it wasn’t… you. And secrets have a way of being spilled eventually.”