Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Oh, yeah? Is that a warning to go easy on you?”
He doesn’t answer, only trembles beneath me.
I like him like this—at my mercy and handing over all his trust. The shaking mess of need is a bonus.
“I can take it,” he says. “I’m good now.”
“Are you sure?” I rotate my hips slowly to test it out. I move easier now, but holy fuck, it feels way too good. His ass is warm and tight, and— “Fuck.”
Tingles shoot down my spine as I thrust in and out of him. I watch as my dick disappears between his ass cheeks.
“Yes. Keep going,” Denver says in between moans and grunts.
Our bodies meet, coming together over and over again, and I’m mesmerized. The desperate sounds he makes frays the last cord of control I have left.
I want to let go and fuck him hard. I’ve never needed to come so bad in my life.
Denver’s breaths are rapid now. “Mase … I need … I need you to touch me.”
I reach around him, his cock hard and heavy in my hand as I jerk him off.
As I ride that edge between holding back and letting go, Denver pants my name over and over in a way that makes me think he’s trying to convince himself it’s me he’s with.
I can’t hold out anymore. My orgasm rocks through me so hard I have to grip Denver’s hips with both hands as I spill inside him. He whimpers when I release his cock, but I can’t help it. I’m about to collapse on top of him.
He’s quick to take over, stroking in earnest, jerking off so fast that by the time I stop trembling, his ass contracts around my dick, and he falls apart. It draws out my orgasm a little longer.
I didn’t know sex could be like this. Sex has always been great, fun, sometimes awkward, but the payoff has always been worth it.
This? This wasn’t sex. It was an experience.
Denver’s body relaxes, losing all the tension, but I still hold his hips in place. “Uh, Mase? I’m gonna need my ass back sometime soon.”
“Uh, right. Umm. Yes.” I pull out of him slowly, and he flops onto his back with satisfaction written all over his gorgeous face.
“That was …”
I don’t have words for it either. “Yeah. It was. But, umm, now we’re all messy.”
Denver holds out his arms. “Cuddle now. Clean up later.”
I crawl onto the bed, and we wrap ourselves around each other.
He lets out a sigh that screams contentment. “We’re so doing that again.”
I kiss the top of his head. “I can never say no to you.”
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “I mean, you’re allowed to say no if you want to.”
I shake my head. “Not what I meant. I want to do that again. What I meant to say was I’ll do anything you ask me to if it will make you happy.”
“Mean it?”
“Of course.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Denver
Mason in my bed shirtless is becoming my everything. I love him in my space. In my home.
I’ve performed to sold-out arenas. I’ve lived the life of a celebrity.
But this moment, right here with my best friend, it’s all I’ve ever wanted for a long time. It’s happiness wrapped up in a shiny bubble.
Annnnd, I’m about to fuck it up. Because of course I am.
“I did something,” I say hesitantly with my hand firmly behind my back, hiding exactly what I did.
Mason sits up in bed and rests against the headboard while eyeing me playfully. He thinks I’m playing a game, and I wish I were. I almost don’t want to disappoint him, but I can’t let this go.
“What is it?” he asks.
“You’re not going to like it.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
“I, uh …” I pull out the sheets of paper with lyrics scrawled all over them.
Mason’s face falls. “Are those …”
“Your lyrics? Yep. I couldn’t not look, and I know I should be sorry, but I’m not, and they’re really great songs. You should send these to Harley to put some of them on the new Eleven album.”
He stands and approaches, but I can’t tell his demeanor.
Is he pissed off? Of course he’s pissed off. He didn’t want me reading them, but I did it anyway.
If they were bad, I could easily pretend I didn’t see them, but they’re amazing. He shouldn’t keep them in a drawer.
He takes the papers off me. “They’re not good. Harley won’t like them.”
“Is that what you really think, or are your solo album sales clouding your objective creativity?”
Mason cocks his head. “Do you really like them, or is my dick clouding your objective creativity?”
“Your dick is amazing, but I’m not sure it’s that amazing.”
“You said yourself you loved my album, but you were one of the only few, so I can’t really trust your opinion on this.”