Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“It’s okay if someone cares about you, Derek, but I also don’t know if worry is the only reason I’m here.” It’s the only truth I have to offer him. Yes, I wanted to make sure he was okay, but there was a pull inside me before that too. The same pull that had me take him to coffee and drag him rock climbing with me.
“Oh,” he replies. I see the switch in him. The way he pops his hip out and grins. “It’s because you want me. You told me so. Maybe it’s about time you let yourself have me.”
My cock lengthens behind the fly of my jeans. My body gets hot, and Jesus, I want to crush my mouth against his. Want to feel his soft lips and see his tight ass and discover what it would feel like wrapped around my dick.
We’re playing with fire, Derek and I. He knows it, and I know it. I want to be his friend. I think I need it in a way. Need to hear more about what he likes and dislikes. About his uncle and see that side of him he showed at the home when he didn’t know I was watching.
But there’s this combustible energy that’s always around us too, weighing us down, ready to ignite.
He steps closer, then closer again, so his smaller body is right up against mine. “Dance with me, Daddy.”
I groan and grip his slender waist in my hands that seem so much bigger when I’m touching him. “What if Daddy doesn’t want to dance?”
“You sound hot when you say that.” Derek wraps his arms around my neck and pushes up on his toes. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he just leans in and rubs his cheek against my short beard. My fingers dig into his hips, tighten. “That feels good.”
“Yeah…” My voice comes out rough, on edge. “Yeah, it fucking does.”
He pulls his face far enough away that I can see him poke out his bottom lip. “You never let me get my way. I want my way. Dance with me. You know you want to.”
Goddamn him because I really fucking do. “Let’s go,” I groan out before pulling him away from the bar where we can move better.
The whole time I’m wondering what I’m doing. I could just throw him over my shoulder and drag him out of here and take him home.
But I don’t. I keep moving until we find an open spot. Once we do, he turns to face me, sexy and confident and…there’s something else there, but I don’t know what it is. “You’re dangerous. I should tie you up to keep you safe.”
“Okay.” He winks, and my dick jerks in response. He turns his back to me, presses his ass against my cock and starts to move. Every time he rubs against me, a thrill of pleasure shoots down the length of my body. “Put your hands on my waist again, Jackson,” he says, and I do. Grasp him tight and then loosen my grip because I don’t know if I’m using too much pressure.
“You don’t have to go easy on me,” Derek says as he puts his hands over mine and squeezes. “I won’t want you to go easy on me.”
My eyes damn near roll back into my head. This little hurricane is going to fucking kill me. If I had any doubt before, I don’t now. “I wouldn’t want to go easy on you either,” I say close to his ear as I start to move with him, my hold on his hips tightening.
“Oooh, this is your first time dancing with a man, isn’t it?”
This is my first time dancing in a club at all. I was too young to get that experience. I was spending my money on diapers, not on going out. By the time Zane was older, it wasn’t something I was interested in.
“You know it is, and I know you like that.”
“I think I should get more of your firsts. I’d be good for that.” He pushes his ass harder against my dick which is no doubt leaking all over in my pants.
He’s testing my patience, my strength. I rub my scruff against the soft skin of his face and feel him shudder. “You’re my friend,” I tell him because I want to make sure he knows that. I want him to see he’s more than just a willing hole.
“Friends with benefits could be fun…”
I let my right hand loosen, smooth it up his firm stomach, feeling each bump and ridge of his abs. My dick fucking aches. I want to take his hole so fucking bad I feel like I might lose my damn mind.
“You’re killing me, my little hurricane,” I find myself saying.
“But wouldn’t it be a fun way to go?”