Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I laugh, overjoyed with his approval. The way he looks at me makes me want to eat him alive. “You have no idea how much it means to me that you like them. Even my grandpa, he… I think he liked that it kept me busy and away from mischief, but he didn’t get it. I never fully fit in. People think I do only because they don’t know all of me.” I grab his hand, because I feel he might actually understand, and his fingers entwine with mine, bringing my heart to palpitations.
“I never really belonged with any group either. You have friends in town at least. And Owen,” Blake tells me and rubs his nape, as if he were embarrassed about being lonely.
And he’s not wrong. Being a part of the world around me brings me peace, makes me feel less alone, but it’s not the same as being truly seen. I meet his eyes and pull him closer. He’s not afraid to be here with me. He’s come down here despite the danger I pose.
“It’s like other people are stars, but I’m a black hole. We’re in the same universe, but we are not alike.”
Blake nods, and his lips quiver so beautifully I lean closer, my hands resting on the table on either side of him. In the glow of the lamp above, his skin looks so alive, so flushed and ripe, and when he doesn’t try to push me away, my mouth finds his, and we both gasp.
The kiss is an answer to insistent needs that have been gnawing at me all day, and when I push him harder against the table, he sits on it, opening his thighs like a good boy.
Desire pools in my balls, but I take my time and slide my arms around him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. He’s so sweet, still smelling of eggnog and the outside world.
If I’m a black hole, I will pull in this starshine boy until he’s all mine.
His hands sliding up my back tell me all I need to know about his curiosity in me. Blake is eager, his legs open, like his mouth, and I indulge with my eyes closed. If he’s about to use the scalpel I use for carving to slit my throat, then so be it, I’ll die happy.
But no, both his arms settle around me, and he crosses his ankles on the small of my back, moaning when I slide my tongue along his, deeper inside his mouth. He’s rocking his hips now, already steaming up with desire, his lusty body ripe for plucking, but just as I squeeze his thigh and am about to open his pants, he frantically twists his face away.
“I’m… sleepy,” he utters.
I place my hand on the table by his thighs and take a deep breath against his cheek. Maybe it’s this space. While he might appreciate my art, it’s possible he doesn’t want to fuck here. Fair.
“What are you doing to me, Blake?” I mutter and shamelessly press my erection between his legs, just so he knows.
A shivery breath escapes his lips, but he’s already closing his legs, not wanting to let this go any further. “The same thing I’ve been doing every time you listened to my podcast and enjoyed the sound of my voice,” he says with a small smile before sliding off the table.
It turns me on so much that he knows what to say yet keeps me at arm’s length. He might be a virgin, but he’s no innocent. I can’t wait to make his composure fall apart.
“I jerked off to it once,” I offer to tease him. “Still wearing my balaclava, I imagined surprising you while you record an episode.”
The shiver going through his body is so obvious I notice it without touching him. His eyes glaze over. His lips part, as if he wants to taste my cock, and he squeezes his pec as he stares at me, visibly aroused by what I’ve just told him. Oh, does he like the idea of me jerking off to his voice? Me in a balaclava? Both? I so wish to find out.
We stew in tense silence, but eventually he snaps out of it and clears his throat.
“Sleep,” he tells me with a tense smile.
I smirk and make a gentlemanly gesture toward the door.
Chapter 13
Blake
I avoided staying in the cellar, because the cops could have arrived at any moment, but as Nico and I prepared for bed in complete peace, anticipation turned into worry. When I reached Carl, he was surprised to hear from me, but when I told him that I was being kept against my will, he wrote down the name of the town, and Nico’s shop, and told me help was on the way.
I assumed he’d alert the sheriff’s department, but if he worries about causing some scandal that might affect both our futures, maybe he called a private investigator, or something of that nature, to deal with Nico instead?