Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh.”
The break was over and our lips met again. Scott had my face cupped in his hands, I was gripping his shoulders, and both of us were rubbing our groins against whatever part of each other’s body we could reach. If we didn’t stop, I was going to cum in my pants. Again. Normally, that wasn’t a bad thing. I mean, hello? Orgasm equals good, right? But I had been wanting to try out my new hard-earned (pun intended) BJ knowledge, and with Scott’s parents out of the house, the time was right.
I pulled back and breathlessly said, “Scott.”
He licked and nibbled his way across my jaw and over to my ear. “Uh-huh.” His hot breath on my sensitive skin made me shiver, and when he took my earlobe into his mouth and sucked, I bucked forward and cried out. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to spend myself right then.
“Scott,” I said again. He chewed on my neck, rubbed his erection against my belly, and dropped his hand from my face, somehow managing to touch every part of my heated body at the same time. My shoulders were squeezed, my nipples pinched, and my shirt lifted, exposing my skin to cold air and hot hands. “Scott,” I repeated breathlessly.
“Yeah?”
With one hand, he rubbed up to my chest, while he played with my belly button with the other. All the while, he continued rocking, making me feel how hard he was, how long, how desperate.
“Ungh, seriously, Scott, we need to stop before it’s too late.”
The rocking got faster, his caresses rougher, and the biting along my neck and jaw turned into hard, frantic sucking. “Too late for what?” he gasped out as he finally pulled his face back and met my gaze.
“I—” My eyes rolled back and I moaned in response to a particularly well-placed thrust of his pelvis, and then I swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. “I want to taste you, to suck you.”
His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. Those motions that were driving me to the brink sped up. “Suck me?” he said, his voice sounding deeper than usual.
Somehow I managed to make my hands move and I gripped his hips, trying to still his movements. “Your dick, Scott. I want to suck your dick.”
“Charlie!” he shouted. Then he ground against me one last time and yelled so loud I was sure my mother would hear him next door. “Ah! Charlie!”
He slumped over me and gripped my waist, his entire body trembling as his breath drummed against my neck. I was so needy by that point, so primed for it, I thought I would die if I didn’t get off right at that moment. But with his body blanketing mine, holding me in place, I couldn’t reach my dick, couldn’t give myself that last bit of friction I needed to take me over the edge.
“Scott,” I whined as I wiggled.
Before I could say another word, he had his big hands at my waistband. He unfastened my jeans, shoved his hand inside, and wrapped my shaft in welcome warmth. “Come on,” he said. “Give it to me, Charlie.” I looked up and met his gaze. “Give it to me,” he said again. So I did. My cock swelled and pulsed white, hot seed all over his hand and my stomach, making both of us moan.
I dropped my forehead onto his heaving chest, leaning on him as I inhaled his scent. He pressed his lips to the top of my head, wiped his sticky hand on his shirt, and then wrapped both arms around me, holding me close.
“Charlie?” he whispered.
“Mmm hmm.”
“I love you.”
For a few long seconds, all I could do was clutch him like a lifeline and blink unwanted wetness out of my eyes. I took in a few calming breaths, swallowed down the emotion clogging my throat, and finally answered, “I love you too, Scotty.” He hugged me even tighter and I took a shaky breath. “Love you so much.”
Chapter 6
INTRODUCTION
Charlie (“Chase”) Rhodes
ARE you ready for the next picture? Well, doesn’t matter either way because it’s going in the album regardless. There are three reasons why I’m choosing this shot: (1) for the first and only time in my life, I’m taller than Scott in it, (2) I have rockin’ abs, and those puppies are on display, and (3) Cher. Really, I could have just gone with the third one and left it at that. I think we can all agree it would have been reason enough.
Halloween is my favorite holiday, bar none. This isn’t a huge shock, I know. I mean, it is the gayest holiday of the year. But somewhere around age twelve, it was no longer socially acceptable to wear costumes unless you went as some sort of a bloody dead thing, which… ewww. So I couldn’t dress up, which sucked the big one. But then the most amazing thing happened—I grew up and suddenly there were Halloween parties I could go to. And the best part was they involved costumes.