Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
He just scored big consent points right there.
“No, I…” I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted to show him I wasn’t Richie. So I slid off the couch and onto my knees. Shaw frowned as if unsure what was going on, then sat up. Looking at him from my spot on the floor, I reached for his jeans.
“Fuck,” he said, catching on. “Yes. Please.”
My fingers were shaking as I opened his pants. Shaw lifted his hips, and I took them down, along with his briefs. He pulled off his shirt, and I knelt between his legs. He was long and hard with full balls and neatly trimmed pubes. He smelled slightly of musk, and I inhaled deeply because I fucking loved the scent.
“You don’t have to,” he said, cupping my cheek again.
“I want to. I’m good at this.”
Shaw laughed, then sucked in a breath when I leaned in and licked him from root to tip.
I took him into my mouth. He tasted salty and masculine, and yeah, not gonna lie, it went straight to my head. I got dizzy off him.
I worked his shaft with my hand and mouth, taking him deep, then pulling off again. He thrust his hips gently, telling me how good I was. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you like this. Wanted you in my mouth too. So good, fuck yes, E.”
I loved making him wild like this, showing him how good I could make him feel. My cock was leaking, and my nuts ached. I needed friction and release, but I craved drawing this out and taking it all in, enjoying everything about being with Shaw.
I nuzzled his full balls before going back to his cock again. Lowering my head, I took him as deep as I could before pulling off a bit again. Shaw tensed, then squeezed my shoulder. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, E, you better pull off if you don’t want a mouthful.”
But I didn’t pull off. I kept blowing him and pleasuring him. I slipped one finger below his balls and rubbed his taint. I licked at his slit and looked up at him. He looked blissed out, sweat peppering his forehead. He thrust up into my mouth, and I bobbed my head, jacking him and sucking him until he shot his hot, salty load. I swallowed him down, and then he was tugging me toward him, onto his lap so I was straddling him but up on my knees. Shaw wrapped a hand around my aching cock and stroked, before leaning in and sucking me.
His mouth was wet and hot, and the suction was so ah-fucking-mazing that about three point five seconds later I dropped my head back and said, “Me too.”
“Where do you want it?”
I didn’t know why, but as much as I’d have loved for him to swallow me, I wanted it on him. Like I could mark him. “Your chest.”
Shaw pulled back and jacked my cock until I blew, spraying his chest with jizz. My bones melted, and I fell against him. Shaw ran his hands up and down my back. We were sweating and come-y, and I really liked it.
We didn’t speak, just sat there and breathed. As the minutes ticked by, it hit me, what we’d done. “So…that happened.”
He pushed me back a little so we could look at each other. “Second thoughts?”
The moment he said it, I knew my answer. “No.”
“Me neither. I have an idea.”
“What is it?”
“We clean up, then watch one of your documentaries. Then I blow you again. Then we have dinner.”
I smiled, my heart thudding dangerously for reasons I didn’t want to think about. “Okay.”
Shaw leaned in and kissed me sweetly. Yeah, I was pretty sure we were fucked.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Shaw
I’d been staring at my bedroom ceiling for over an hour.
The night before, Elijah and I had done exactly what I’d said. We’d watched one of his shows, and he’d been so intensely into it, I’d spent more time watching him than I had the television. What in the hell was it about him that had me so entranced? His humor? His kindness? The fact that he was so unapologetically himself and so different from most of the people I knew? The fact that he matched me in sarcasm, never let me get off easily, and challenged me?
It was probably all those things. This was a disaster. I hated it. Or not.
I liked spending time with him. And laughing with him. And I liked blowing him and getting blown. But I still couldn’t fucking believe I’d told him about Richie. I hadn’t ever told anyone about that.
Now I was lying there, staring off into space, my brain completely distracted by the twink across the hall.
The sexy twink. I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and texted him.
Miss me?
It only took a couple of minutes before Elijah replied, God, yes! I’ve been staring at my phone since you left last night, wondering when I would hear from you again!