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 gets behind me, slides back in, grips my hair, and yanks back forcefully.
I submit, arching my body with his pull, and the position makes his entry hit all those sweet spots within me just right.
I grip the headboard with my right hand and reach back and cling onto his ass cheek with my other.
I fight his pull on my hair to glance down at my cock, which continues spilling pre-come across the covers.
I keep making that noise that reveals how good it all feels, and I can tell by his frenzied movements, it’s making him even harder.
“God, you’re gonna make me blow my load,” he says.
“Do it.”
“Uh-uh. Not until I get you off.”
He leans forward so his torso is flush with my back. He reaches around with his free hand and jerks me off.
His face is right next to mine. He kisses my cheek furiously as his hand brings me closer and closer. Strings of pre-come drip from my cock.
“Goddammit,” I say. “I’m gonna.…Fuck…”
I spill across the sheets and then feel him violently rocking within me before his movements become a series of forceful jerks forward as he slams against my now-sensitive prostate.
Heat swells in my face and sweat drips down my body as he wraps his arms around me.
We pant and occasionally quake together as our bodies twitch, recovering from our climaxes.
“Ready to…hit…the gym?” he asks, panting.
I chuckle.
10
Travis
I sure as shit hadn’t expected that to happen. Yeah, I knew Gary had a wildfire raging beneath the surface, just waiting to blaze uncontained, but I hadn’t been real sure if he would be able to give in to it. Certainly not so soon. But he had and Christ, that fucking ass. If we continue to play together, this whole fake relationship thing might be a little more fun than I thought it would be.
As long as he isn’t looking for anything more serious, we’ll be good.
We’d gone to the gym like planned. He’d returned to being a little more reserved. He’s a contradiction I haven’t quite figured out. Despite the desire that had flared in his eyes, Gary had seemed fucking scandalized when I’d woken up in his bed the other morning. Add in the way he clearly wanted to fade into the background at the fundraiser—and again at the gym—with the way he let loose, begging me to fuck his ass and I don’t know what to think.
I’d played my part well while working out—fucking and exercising are two of my favorite things—so the evening had worked nicely for me. I touched him often when people were watching and witnessed the confusion of how to act play across his face. When I’d kissed him good-bye, he went Greedy Power-Bottom Gary again, and I thought he would try to take me right there.
So yeah, quite the contradiction.
It’s been three days since the fundraiser. I’ve played boyfriend every morning at the gym, gotten all the queens and everyone else at Metropolis talking, but I haven’t heard from Steven yet, and it’s starting to piss me off.
I glance at the time as I tap my thumb on the steering wheel. Traffic is fucking brutal, and I have to make it from Midtown to Sandy Springs for appointments today. I left one of my older male clients twenty minutes ago, and if shit doesn’t change quickly, I’ll be late for Vincent, one of my regulars.
“Fuck,” I grit out as I look ahead of me with no end in sight. I usually try to keep my appointments a little closer together, but it doesn’t always work that way.
I arrive fifteen minutes late to Vincent’s town house. Luckily, he’s an easygoing guy and understands. By the time we’re in his room, my massage table open in front of the second-floor window that overlooks the city, I feel like I’m the one who needs to be rubbed down.
But the second my hands begin to knead his back, I’m in the zone. The tension begins to seep out of me while I work on him. There’s something about this that I love, that just feels right for me, which is why Steven’s money is so important.
“My lower back has been giving me some problems. Can you pay extra attention there?” he asks.
“Of course.” I push the edge of the blanket covering his ass down slightly and begin to dig my thumbs into the small of his back. When I find a knot, I focus on it, trying to work it out. “Yeah, I can feel tension in here. We’ll get you taken care of.”
“Thank you,” Vincent says and then lets out a long moan. It’s deeper than the sounds Gary makes—which I have no clue what the fuck he has to do with anything, but there you go. “Jesus, your hands are like magic.”
“So I’ve been told,” I say playfully but then focus on the job at hand. An hour later, I’m packing up my supplies, and Vincent is watching me, wearing a pair of sweats and his arms crossed. We met when Vincent used to live at Metropolis, but he moved a few months back.