Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“That wasn’t our goodnight kiss,” I reminded him.
“Of course it wasn’t,” JJ responded. “Everyone knows the first date kiss doesn’t include tongue.”
I highly doubted that statement because no way was JJ getting away from me until I had another taste of him. A slow, long, deep taste that would have to hold me until the next one.
“Now, I believe I was saying I already told you two secrets about myself. The crush thing—from the past—and why I changed my name to JJ,” he declared.
The mere fact that he was allowing himself to refer to our true first date lifted a heavy weight from my mind. JJ might never remember the events of those few nights we’d had but was accepting them. That meant more to me than the actual memory of the night when he’d told me the story about his name for the first time.
“So it’s your turn,” JJ said. “I know about the butterflies so I’m just going to store that little tidbit away for the future,” he continued in a terrible imitation of a sinister voice that had me laughing so hard that he slapped my stomach. I probably would have continued laughing except he kept his hand where it was. That meant my aching cock was just inches from his fingers.
“Um,” was all I managed to get out because JJ decided it would be a good time to slide his hand up and down my abdomen, getting achingly close to the head of my cock that was just above of the waistband of my briefs and dripping pre-cum.
“Cass,” JJ prodded, his voice completely calm and even.
“Right, a secret,” I groaned as my dick grew painfully hard. Somehow, I managed to admit my second secret. “The first time I jerked myself off was while watching a certain lifeguard show with hot guys running around in red shorts and black Speedos.”
Thankfully, JJ’s hand disappeared from my abdomen, but only so he could try to stifle his laughter by turning his head away and pressing his mouth against his forearm. “How old were you?” he managed to choke out.
“Twelve,” I responded. “It was the last season, though. I actually cried because I didn’t have any way to get to the store to buy the first season on DVD. And it wasn’t like I could ask my grandmother to get them for me. There were so many seasons, it would have taken up most of my allowance and I would have had to find someplace to hide a gazillion DVDs that were more tits and ass than any kind of actual plot. Oh, and the abs. Can’t forget the abs on all those guys,” I said in what I could only admit was a dreamy way.
JJ’s attempt at stifling his mirth was a complete and total failure. I didn’t give a whit that he was laughing at me. The sound of it brought me a kind of joy I hadn’t felt since my final date with him before he was shot. “How long did it take you to find out it was in syndication before it even ended and there were like twenty channels running it every day?” JJ asked as the laughter subsided. His smile stayed, though.
I opened my mouth to answer his question but stopped when I played his words back in my head. “How did you know it was already in syndication before it ended, huh JJ?”
His cheek, neck, and upper chest began to turn red. He wetted his lips with his tongue, though I doubted he’d even realized he’d done it. My body sure as hell had noticed.
“I… might have… seen… an episode,” JJ sputtered. “Or two,” he added as he tried to contain his laughter. I wanted to tell him the sound was music to my ears, but I held my tongue. When he calmed down enough to speak, his eyes linked with mine and he pouted like a pro before saying, “I’m sorry. Come here, my gorgeous hunk of man. Let JJ make it all better.” He opened his arms wide.
I knew something was up but happily took the bait. The second I had my arms wrapped around him, I felt fingers skittering along my sides and under my arms. My body jerked and immediately sought to escape the annoying sensation. When I rolled onto my back, JJ followed until he was straddling me. “Look, you are ticklish!”
JJ kept up the torture for several more seconds before he gave me a break. “Another thing I now know about you that no one else does,” he said triumphantly.
We were both panting from the skirmish, but we were also very aware of our positions.
Very.
His ass was lightly brushing my already painfully hard cock as he continued to straddle me. At some point I’d put my hands on JJ’s hips and his hands were covering mine. We remained locked in that position as we stared at each other. I could both see and feel his erection as it strained the material of his briefs.