Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“I thought we were leaving?” I ask.
“Can’t wait that long.” Tyson pushes through the fire exit and pulls me into the alley.
He spins on me so fast, my back slams against the brick wall, and my lips are waiting in anticipation. He kisses me hard and pushes his tongue inside my mouth.
Apparently, I like it rough because my cock is already hard as I cradle his head and match the heat of his kiss. Tyson tastes like beer and lust, and the way he moves against me should be illegal. Actually, it probably is illegal.
I pull back. “We should get out of here before you make me do something that could get us both arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Mm, promises, promises. A little indecent exposure never hurt anyone.” Tyson reaches for my fly.
“We could get off here, or I could go back to your place and give you what you asked me. What you said you really want …”
His hands freeze, and he pulls back to look up at me. “You want to fuck me?”
I nod, unable to say one simple word.
“How fast can you order an Uber?”
Chapter 9
TYSON
I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long that I’m actually nervous.
It’s only sex, which, duh, I know. But then I look at Rossi, and flutters tickle deep in my gut. It makes me smile as I pull him inside my apartment and lead him to the bathroom.
My bathroom is so tiny, there’s barely room for us both. I flick on the shower, and as I wait for the water to heat up, I turn back to Rossi, projecting a confidence I don’t feel.
“You sure about this?”
His stare drops to my exposed midriff, and my body heats as he licks his lips. “Completely. There’s no getting rid of me now.”
I’m about to thank the gay gods when his face drops.
“Ah, I mean, you could if you wanted to. Obviously. I wouldn’t—I’m not—”
I shut him up with a kiss. “Damn, you’re smooth, Gian Rossi.”
“Guess I probably shouldn’t mention how nervous I am.”
“Definitely not. Because then I can pretend I’m not nervous either.”
“You?” He laughs, hands sliding over my waist. “When are you nervous about anything? You’re not worried about it hurting, are you? Because I’ll be careful.”
Damn, his big, sweet heart. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve trained for this moment like it was an Olympic sport. I’m definitely not worried about that.”
“Then what are you—”
I cut him off with a groan. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?”
“Nothing. Don’t make this weird.”
“Tyson …” He smiles so wide his dimple pops, and I’m powerless to resist him.
“Fine. Maybe if I was nervous, which I’m not, it might be because I like the guy I’m with. A little. Maybe.”
He lowers his forehead to mine. “I maybe sorta like you too.”
I push to my toes and seal our lips together, kissing him until I’m almost out of breath. The bashful sweetheart is gone as Rossi kisses me back, tongue fighting for dominance that I’m only too happy to give him. His hard body shifts as he reaches for the hem of my—well, Katrina’s—shirt and pushes it up over my—
There’s a thunk, and Rossi jerks back, cradling his elbow. “Ow. Hit my funny bone.” He laughs, but there’s a tinge of pain there.
“Not so tough without all the protective gear, I see.” I step forward and carefully rid him of his shirt.
“You’re really going to tease the guy who’s about to fuck you?”
“My bad.” I kiss his elbow. “That naughty shower, giving you a boo-boo.”
“That’s better.” He lets his fingers trail down my chest, over my stomach, following the path with his eyes. The bathroom is quickly filling up with steam and the smell of our dried sweat as he dips his fingers into my tights and starts to push them down.
“Mm … a thong?” His hands close over my bare ass. “Shit, that’s hot.”
“Gotta accessorize properly.” But my need to tease him is dissolving along with every item of clothing we shed. His work pants go next, and then we’re both standing in our underwear, erections straining against the material.
He swallows.
“Are you not-nervous again?”
“Little bit.” But he hasn’t stopped touching me. Hasn’t stopped dragging his gaze over my body, landing again and again on my dick. “I want to touch you this time.”
“Sort of counting on that.”
He hooks his thumbs into the thong and starts to push it down. Then as soon as it hits the ground, his briefs follow.
“Fuck …”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.” I smirk. “If you’re nervous because you’re not sure what to do, I can talk you through it.”
His smile is unexpected. “This isn’t my first anal rodeo.” He winks. “I’ve got you.”
My head drops back. “Be still my beating heart. I think you just got ten times hotter.”
“Is that even possible?”
I take his hand and wrap it around my aching cock. “Hells yes, it is.”