Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
After soaking in the hot tub for a while longer we dried off and headed back up to our room, drinks in hand. Rush slipped out of his swim trunks and reached for his grey sweatpants, and I knocked them away from his hand.
“Hell no. I need you inside me.”
“Shawn,” he said, leaning in and giving me a little peck on the lips. “We are on a date. I’m trying to show you I don’t see you as an object.”
I groaned, grabbing one of his ass cheeks in my hand and giving it a tight squeeze. “What if I want you to see me as one?”
He reached for his sweatpants again, tugging them on slowly, getting me harder and harder as I watched him. He pulled the waistband up and over his cock, and I could see the outline of it through the soft fabric.
“Unfair,” I protested.
“Maybe I’m just making you wait,” he said. “Helping you practice your patience. Edging you until you’re dripping for me.”
I looked him up and down. “It’s working.”
“By the way, I’m opening these, so be prepared for all of Denver to see your naked ass,” Rush said as he swung open the glass double doors that led out to our balcony.
“Who says I’m getting naked?” I asked.
“I do,” he said as he came over toward me, hitching his fingers into my swim trunks and pulling them right down.
“I see how it is,” I told him. “You have your sweatpants on and I don’t?”
“You said you wanted to be an object,” he said with a shrug. “I want to look at you.”
His eyes danced over my naked body and I still got a deep thrill from having him watch me so closely. He ran his palm down my thigh, being careful not to touch my cock, tantalizing the fuck out of me as usual.
“You better be glad that the city is actually far away,” I said. “Because I’d get all shriveled up if anyone was actually able to see in those doors.”
He hummed before he finally actually touched my cock, which made me shiver. “You sure as fuck aren’t shriveled right now.”
“Because you’re making me want to come.”
“I promise you, Shawn,” he said. “You’ll have my cock later. As many times as you want. All night, if that’s what you need.”
I looked down at the tip of my dick, seeing a bead of precum forming there. “Remember when you said you’re waiting until I’m dripping? Mission accomplished. Already.”
“Fuck, that is hot,” he said, dropping to his knees and lapping it off with his tongue. He stood back up, grabbing my sweatpants and handing them to me. “Fine. Put these on. Otherwise I won’t even be able to edge you for another two minutes.”
“I’m going to get you back for this,” I said, pulling on my pants. I snorted when I saw the gigantic tent I was making at the front of them.
I went over to the duffel bag I’d brought with me for the night and fished out the box of condoms and little bottle of lube. I placed them on one of the nightstands, in a very prominent place. So that he couldn’t possibly forget.
He glanced over at it and a smile immediately spread over his face. “You are so needy for my cock and I love it.”
“Just saying,” I told him, “I don’t want to spend the night in a fancy hotel with a really hot guy and not get railed. You know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean,” he said, reaching over to drag his fingertip in a circle around my nipple. “And you’ll have it. Later.”
I groaned under his touch and reached out to grip his hand. “Tease.”
“Big time.”
As Rush was flipping through TV channels to find us something to watch while we ordered room service, his phone lit up on the side table near me. I glanced down at it without thinking, just reacting to the little buzz.
A message and a little photo preview flashed on his phone screen.
>>Tower Bar Hottie (Pink Hair): When you gonna be in SF again so I can give you this fat cock?
It took no time to see that the photo was indeed a very thick dick, held by a young dude with spiked, highlighter pink hair.
I bit the inside of my cheek and a sinking feeling landed in my chest.
“Mad Men’s amazing, but too serious for right now. Do you like Bridgerton? I thought it would be too cheesy for me but I swear, I love that shit—”
“Just pick something,” I said, sitting down on the bed. Suddenly all of the excitement I’d had earlier had taken a sharp nosedive. “You’ll be fucking me twenty minutes into it, anyway.”
Rush glanced back at me. “You really are impatient, aren’t you? It’s cute.”
The text message I’d seen rattled around in my head incessantly. It might have been nothing, and I knew Rush might not be an exclusivity kind of guy, but we hadn’t talked about it yet. And I really, really didn’t feel like thinking about that on a night that I thought was our night. I wanted to relax and be turned on and feel like I belonged to him and now… I definitely wasn’t feeling that way.