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)
“No, it’s not okay. I put down boundaries, and then broke them myself. It’s fucked up. That’s how I ended up with Luke, and that’s how I’ll end up being a fuckbuddy to a straight guy who will break my heart, whether he wants to or not.”
The uninhibited pain in Arden’s voice made Mike stall, and the lusty thoughts spurred on by Arden’s words evaporated. He stood still, taking in the boy, who looked so vulnerable without makeup and with his hair down. As if he were made of the most delicate porcelain and could shatter if Mike said the wrong thing.
His feet grew into the floor when he realized this was the final crossroads, and whatever he chose would put him on a course he could not return from. His gaze slid up the long legs disappearing under the flared skirt, the frail arms, the glistening eyes that would cry hot tears if Mike left, and realized how little his identity mattered when it came to Arden.
Straight was only a label to describe how he usually felt, not a prison. He wasn’t required to stay within its bounds, because this was about him, and about Arden, nothing more.
His feet tingled as they moved at last, carrying him to Arden’s hunched form. “I don’t know what this is, baby. But I want you.”
Arden looked up at him, the big blue eyes filled with hope he didn’t dare voice. “You know… there’s people who call themselves heteroflexible. Mostly straight. But sometimes not. It’s a thing…”
He left the question of could that be for you? hanging in the air.
Could it? It did sound weirdly appropriate, considering that women were still Mike’s primary interest when it came to sex, but then again the flexibility part made the word sound like something incidental, which his attraction to Arden was very much not.
“Do we need to call it anything? It’s been two months. I’ve not touched anyone else in that time, and I like you more every day. I think… maybe I just like feminine people, not just women, you know. Because I don’t see you as a girl, only as girly, and I find it so damn hot,” Mike explained, letting his arms drop.
Arden dared a little smile that was cuter than the fluffiest kitten could be. “If that’s how you feel, we don’t need to call it anything. Are you saying it’s not just an experiment?”
Their relationship had already gone so, so far beyond experimenting.
Mike kneeled on the floor in front of Arden and rested his elbows in his lap, staring straight into the cute heart-shaped face. He did look more like a boy without the illusion provided by makeup, but Mike’s body still knew what it wanted, and he captured Arden’s dainty hands to give them a little squeeze while his heart trembled with hope.
“No. Not an experiment, baby. I have so many thoughts about you all the time.”
Arden bit his lip as his smile widened, and he squeezed Mike’s fingers in return. “I hope they’re dirty.”
His words were a red flag waved in front of a bull, and to Mike they felt like a punch of heat. “Spread your legs.”
Arden watched, hypnotized, a healthy flush spreading on his face just like it had when he’d sucked Mike off. His chest moved faster, and he opened his thighs without a word.
The thick, heavy fabric fell off the thighs, bundling up in the middle, but the fact that Arden was willingly offering him access was like a match thrown into the dynamite box that was Mike’s head. He placed his hands on the boy’s legs, stroking him through the stockings, but while neither of them moved, Mike’s brain played out whole scenarios with Arden as the lusty porn star.
“Listen to me. You’re the only man I ever wanted this way, but that doesn’t make this any less real to me. You’re my sexy kitten, and when you’re close to me I barely notice anyone else. You are the sexiest fucking person I’ve met,” Mike said, letting his hands move up Arden’s warm thighs. Very slowly. Past the stocking and to smooth, warm skin. Then, under the skirt.
“You’re my wet dream,” Arden rasped, shivering. “Dangerous, horny, cocky… with a dick I think about sixty thousand times a day. But I also feel so safe with you.” He pulled up the edge of the skirt, revealing his growing cock hugged by sheer black panties, and Mike just—
He leaned in and kissed it. Such a simple gesture, yet when he breathed in the musk of pre-cum, he shivered as if Arden had held him by the nape. “Jesus. You’re this perfect storm of innocent and dirty.”
All Mike wanted was to hear Arden moan like that time in the hotel, to keep him close and talk dirty.
“Are you sure you want to have a taste?” Arden whispered, struggling to catch his breath as his face bloomed with a deep flush. He had such soft, lovely features, and that made the cock starting to strain the femmy underwear look illicit. Unexpected. Yet also hotter than a Carolina Reaper. Mike’s desire for Arden made him ache inside, but he also craved its burn more than anything else.