Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
What was Arden really thinking? Was he excited? Worried?
He wanted to ask, but words could have shattered the growing tension, so he only smiled once he found the right door and opened it with the key card.
His heart beat faster. His stomach twisted with unexpected cramps, and none of it subsided once the light went on, revealing that the space, while small, didn’t look like some dingy by-the-hour motel room. This was the kind of place you brought your girlfriend to, not a hook-up from Craigslist.
He let Arden enter first and followed him in perfect silence, taking in the large bed with tables on either side and the cabinet with a small television and some magazines. The mirror above a vanity/desk faced the bed, hung at perfect height to showcase things that might happen atop the mattress.
It was way classier than rooms Mike usually booked, but what really counted was Arden’s assessment. Would he be pleased?
Arden turned toward him with a gasp and covered the bottom of his face, feigning shock, but his eyes sparkled with glee. “Oh no! There’s only one bed!”
Something inside Mike relaxed. He would have offered to sleep on the floor if Arden hated the prospect of sharing the double, but he did agree to this trip in the first place, and, well, the underlying tension kept growing, so it would eventually need to lead to a climax.
“Oh, damn. Seems they couldn’t give us that twin I asked for after all,” he said and dropped the backpack.
Arden pushed off his white sneakers and jumped onto the bed. “At least there’s air-con,” he said, bouncing on the mattress, and Mike didn’t fail to notice that his sheer socks were lilac just as the bra strap had been. It instantly made him wonder about the panties that went with such a set.
A thong? Something delicate and sweet, or kinky? Did Arden wear corsets too? Mike wanted to see him in one, and then fuck him in it, holding on to the lacing.
“There’s just one problem. We forgot to buy the ice cream,” he said, sitting on the stool by the vanity to remove his boots.
Arden slid his fingers across his chest as he stilled on the bed. “Well, I wouldn’t have wanted it to get all over my new bralette anyway…”
Now Mike was sure Arden was flirting back as if his pants were on fire and needed taking off ASAP.
He exhaled, opening and closing his hands to loosen up, but it seemed excruciatingly hard when Arden was right there, flat on the bed, his long legs stretched, as if just waiting for Mike to crawl in between.
“It’s a curious name. And I still don’t know what it is.”
Arden gave him the most sultry bedroom eyes as he sat up, and Mike couldn’t take his eyes off his slender form. The conversation from the gallery came back to him. Not the shitty one about Luke, but the one where Arden mused on how good being fucked could feel.
“Will you be a good boy and not touch?” Arden smirked, already reaching to the edge of his top and toying with it.
Christ.
How. How was this so hot? What was it about Arden that made Mike’s brain shrink until it made him stupid?
“You know I’m not good.”
Arden pondered that, biting his lips. “I suppose you’re far enough. And you did take me out on an amazing date…” He was already pulling off the top, and Mike hadn’t been more horny to see a bra since he was fourteen and desperate to squeeze some tits.
The bralette lay flat on Arden’s chest—a flimsy piece of stretchy lace that covered the hardening nipples, but had no filling, no push-up effect. No pretense at suggesting there was more than a pec in there.
It was lovely. The color looked amazing against Arden’s skin, but there was something about this skimpy piece of translucent fabric that sent a burning hot chisel into what Mike used to believe about his sexuality, and crushed it all into pieces that needed to be put back together in a new way.
Before this moment, he could have blamed his interest on simple curiosity, but he now realized this was something he’d needed to see all along. Because it was thrilling.
“I did,” he muttered in an embarrassingly quiet voice.
“But are you ready to see what you paid for?” Arden seemed so at ease, playing with the attraction between them as he kneeled on the bed, fingers hovering over the button of his jeans. He was so tiny, yet held so much power in those smooth, graceful hands. Did he realize what he was doing to Mike?
Did he know that if he asked Mike to hand him over the club money, Mike would have actually considered it? He wouldn’t have robbed his family, but he would have entertained the idea!