Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“I’m gonna—”
I keep going, drawing out a strangled sound from the back of his throat while he shoots his load down mine.
His taste, the loud slurp sounds coming from me while I drink him down mixed with his grunts and moans, I have to palm my erection over my boxers before I lose myself.
“Stand up,” Seth says, his authoritative and certain tone making my dick throb harder. “I’m ready for that live show now.”
I reluctantly pull away and stand, reaching for my boxers.
He swats my hands away. “Let me.”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down to my ankles. Then he sits back again, his stare fixed on my throbbing dick. “I want you to come on me.”
I take my cock in my hand and step closer so I’m practically standing over him. My free hand lands beside him on the bed as I lean in. “Is that really what you want?”
His warm brown eyes meet mine. “I think it could be hot.”
“Are you gonna let me kiss you while I do it?”
He brings his mouth to mine, just a breath away. “After. I told you I have a thing for watching.”
With a groan, I stand up straight and stroke my cock from tip to base.
I shudder, and my hips surge forward. My eyes want to flutter closed, but I force them to stay on Seth.
He’s focused on my cock sliding in and out of my fist and licks his lips, his pink tongue darting out the tiniest bit. I want to suck on it. I want him to taste his cum on my tongue.
“You’re so hot,” he whispers. “I didn’t know … Fuck, I didn’t know it could be like this.”
I want to ask what he means, but I’m too focused on moving my hand. “When we were at that frat party and I was dressed as the Witcher … Was what we did later that night because of me?”
He nods. “That costume was everywhere.” He breaks his gaze with my cock and meets my stare. “But it was standing on the stoop of that frat house, being that close to you, taking in your whole look that did me in. I was hard most of the way home.”
I wish I’d known. I wish I knew who I was with.
My heart beats hard, and my breathing shallows. I stroke harder, and Seth goes back to focusing on what my hand is doing.
Seth’s chest rises and falls quicker. His spent cock twitches, and my balls draw up tight.
Then it’s all over for me.
Ropes of cum land on his chest and stomach. I slump forward, my hand landing beside him again while my fingers curl into the blanket.
Seth doesn’t move, he just continues to watch my hand as it milks the last of what I have.
And then? He runs a finger over the mess on his chest and brings it up to his lips. “I’ve always wondered.” He licks it.
Another string of cum erupts from my cock.
“I was right. That was hot.”
I can barely stand. My shaky legs threaten to drop from underneath me, but I can’t move.
I can’t step away.
Seth leans forward and captures my lips with his.
I hum and lick into his mouth while I pray for this feeling to never end. I want to stay here. I want to clean him off and slip into bed with him and hold him, but as I pull away and help him up to lead him toward the bathroom, his small voice makes me pause.
“What happens now?”
It’s a loaded question with an answer I haven’t had the chance to process yet.
Einstein is Seth Grant.
“Now, we shower,” I say dismissively.
It’s not what he asked and I know it, but the thing is, after we clean up and wash away all the evidence of what we did, I have no idea what happens next.
15
Seth
I drift into consciousness in slow drips.
The memory of Richie’s mouth …
His light, sure touches in the shower …
The way his breath slowly deepened and steadied as we fell asleep …
His arm around my waist is a comforting reminder that last night happened, and even though neither of us had answers for what comes next, I’m more relaxed and satisfied than I’ve been in a long time.
I don’t understand how people can want casual sex when sex with feelings is like that.
The door to the room clicks open.
“Would you two get your asses …” Beck’s obnoxiously loud voice trails off as I scramble out of Richie’s hold. “Huh. Sorry, Seth. Probably should have warned you that would happen. But don’t worry, spooning’s totally not gay. Right, Cohen?”
I glance over to where Richie’s lying, and he gives me a small, private smile that he definitely shouldn’t be doing right in front of Beck.
He schools it and then looks to where Beck is standing. “What are you doing in here?”