Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
He groans into my mouth so I can hear his pleasure. It makes me even harder.
“Oh, fuck, Gary,” he says, and my name on his lips drives me crazy.
I fuck him as he throws his head back to the pillow, twisting his body as he cries, “Oh, fucking God, Gary!”
I want to keep fucking him like this so he’ll keep saying my name.
As much as we’re enjoying this, I want to take him from behind, so I pull out.
“Get on your knees,” I instruct.
And his eyes light up with the lamplight coming from his nightstand. They’re excited. Eager.
And so am I.
He gets on his knees, facing the headboard.
Peter was never this adventurous. With Travis, I always feel like he’s game for anything. Totally willing to explore and experiment.
That’s so freeing.
As I work back into him, he tosses his head back, moaning once again, sounding totally uninhibited as he revels in his pleasure.
I wrap my arm around him and caress my fingers through the grooves between his firm muscles—those muscles jacked from all the work we’ve put in for the fundraiser. Leaning forward so that my chest is pressed against his back, I rub my cheek against his. He turns and kisses me. He reaches back and cups the back of my head in his hand.
I feel so close to him. Closer than I’ve ever felt to him before.
These kisses aren’t like the kisses when we were first hooking up. They’re so much more.
This can’t just be in my head. Or can it?
“You feel amazing, Gary.” My name on his lips takes away all my concern.
I just want him right now.
I reach around and grab his hard cock, stroking it, some of the lube from when I was putting on the condom still wet on my hand.
“God, you’re making me so fucking hard. If you keep doing this, I’m gonna fucking blow, Gary…”
I love hearing my name so much, and it keeps me building and climbing. My balls contract. I’m so fucking close.
“You have no idea how fucking amazing you are,” he says before kissing me again, slamming his mouth against mine. It’s not anything like a kiss we’ve shared before. Something more intense that sends the vibrations shaking through me as I erupt in the condom.
I feel his dick pulse, and he curses as he spews on his pillow in front of him.
Our sweat-soaked bodies pressed together, we breathe heavily as we come down from the high. I rub my hand through the sweat on his abs, enjoying the sensation of being so close to him.
We stay here for so long. Too fucking long before he starts to move. I pull out, and he spins around, offering me even more kisses.
We relax on the bed together, continuing to kiss and fondle.
I enjoy his body and he enjoys mine.
I don’t ever want it to end. Can’t I have this forever?
But in the back of my mind, I know better.
***
“Fuck.”
I wake to a throbbing headache.
Why the fuck did I drink all those tequila shots?
I force my eyes open. I’m gonna need to grab some ibuprofen, but I notice Travis has his arm around me.
I freeze. This hasn’t happened since that first morning when I woke up to the stranger in my bed. The hottie across the way who I’d watch run on his treadmill or do sit-ups and push-ups in his living room occasionally.
Only now we’re in his bed. Together.
My head hurts like a motherfucker, but I like the feeling of his arm around me. In a way that I know I shouldn’t.
I’ve come down from the high of our experience last night, which was so much more than fucking. For me, at least.
But I know it wasn’t that way for him. He didn’t care about the guy I was dancing with. I could have gone home with him, and Travis would have been high-fiving me this morning.
He stirs. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I wait for him to pull his arm off me, but he doesn’t, and I’m glad.
Does it mean something?
It has to, doesn’t it?
But I realize once again I’m the one who’s kidding myself.
“Morning, sexy,” he whispers into my ear before offering a gentle kiss.
His words sound so good again, but they remind me this can’t last.
That I can’t go on like this. It doesn’t matter to him, but it matters to me, and if we keep on, I’m going to get hurt. So fucking much.
I wish I could say it was just about the sex. I wish I could go back to thinking he was some cocky prick.
But it’s too late for me, and I know what I must do.
26
Travis
It’s almost as if I’m outside of my body, watching myself, seeing myself lie here with Gary, holding him, whispering in his ear…and wondering what in the fuck I’m doing.