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)
“It’s no big deal,” Clyde adds, but it is. It makes me want to be the only guy he’ll ever be with.
Swallowing, I stroke his cheekbone with my fingers.
If anyone finds out, I’d lose my club, and they’re my family, the only family that treated me right. But how could I deny myself something that makes me feel so full?
“I… sometimes get head from girls, but it’s not the same,” I say, even though I might be too simple to describe just how different it felt with him.
“‘Cause I can’t do it right?” he teases with a laugh, but I’m not stupid and can sense the insecurity under the joke.
“Because I like you better,” I tell him, moving my foot up and down his warm, hairy leg in a gentle caress. “I fucking loved how you looked with my dick on your tongue, and the way you moaned sucking on it.”
Clyde bites his lip, pondering something, and I wish I could open his head and read his thoughts. “Could you not get head from girls from now on? For however long this lasts?”
I swallow and meet his gaze as the pleasant tension in my chest grows. Still, I play it cool. I have to. “You want us to be boyfriends?”
He groans and hides his face against my neck. “That’s not what this is, and you know it. It’s just about… diseases and shit.”
Do I? Do I know it?
I’m not so sure.
“I have one condition,” I tell him, playing with his hair. When he looks up, eager for anything I might say next, I roll us over, so I’m the one hovering over him, and he rests flat on the blanket. “I want a kiss.”
Clyde laughs and pushes my face away without force. “What we’re doing isn’t about kisses. You really gotta understand that, Road.”
“I don’t know what you’re on about,” I say and find the scar on his side, the one I left on him less than a year ago. “I like kissing. It makes my cock hard.”
That gets his attention. And the worst thing is, the more he denies me, the more I want it. He seems hesitant, and when he lifts his head, my heart beats faster—
But then he pushes on my shoulder with unexpected force, does a sneaky twist with his legs, and before I know it, I’m the one flat on my back, and he’s sitting on top of me with a smug expression. “Your cock is always hard for me.”
The sudden proximity of his ass to my dick makes me forget the kiss, because all it takes is a slight shift of my hips for my cock to rub against his crack. It’s like a lick of fire, and I grab his hips, rolling my own up, as if I was already inside him and pushing deep into his tight virgin hole.
“Yeah... you’re right. It’s already growing,” I mumble and squeeze his ass, appreciating how juicy yet hard it is.
He’s fucking glorious on top of me, with a damn halo made out of the sun. Truly, an angel from hell. He pushes back that beautiful hair, shaking his head. “I hate giving you so many compliments, but you’ve got such a nice dick.”
Did he shift his ass against it on purpose, or is it just my horny brain reacting to the most minor movement?
“I can think of many other parts of you I could compliment,” I say and meet his gaze, moving my fingertips along his crack. I haven’t yet dived in but can already sense the heat waiting for me in his hole.
And I’ll be first there too. I’ll be the first to fuck him, make him moan and grind against my dick, and then I’ll come deep inside his tight body… What a fucking dream.
Clyde must have caught on to my meaning, but instead of smiling and pushing his perfect ass against my dick, his thighs tense and his gaze becomes hazy, like he’s staring through me. His breath quickens, but I’m not sure what to make of it, though it would sure as hell feel weird to continue, so I wave in front of his face.
“Hello, Earth to Clyde Turner? Anyone there?”
“I’m just… I… I’m pretty sure you wanna fuck my ass—”
“Yes.”
He groans, and I know it’s not for sex reasons, but the sound still has my dick interested. “And I… I don’t think I want that.”
“Why?” comes out of my mouth almost immediately, as I stroke the scar I left on his body, still very much aware my cock is so close to his ass.
I know it’s the end of it when he gets up, now standing over me. “I don’t feel like it,” he says with a shrug, and I can’t even see his face well, because the sun blinds me.