Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Tate huffed, but I got another kiss and he bared the top of my erection. “No one will ever be as mushy as you when it comes to Joel. But there’s nothing to worry about. He won’t drag me into anything I don’t want to do.”
“What…what do you want?” There’d probably been a thousand ways to ask that question but I was glad I’d gotten one out…especially when it freed my dick and got a kiss on the tip.
Fuck.
Okay, maybe I liked the game after all.
Chapter 23
Tate
Dean’s sexy-as-fuck groan was half need and half frustration, and all of it made me want to laugh. But he wouldn’t have appreciated that, so I gave his cock another kiss as a reward for getting the question out and wrapped my hand loosely around the base.
I’d been expecting it, so I’d been rolling around the answer in my head. If he’d asked me the same thing when we’d first started, I might’ve stumbled over the answer, but we were at the point where I knew what I wanted.
“You and Joel. My boys. My boyfriends. My roommates.” That was the easy part, but I knew he needed more. “I want you and Joel in my life.”
Slowly jerking him off, I licked his slit and fucked it with my tongue while he moaned and worked up enough brain cells to keep talking. He was as smart as he was sexy, so he’d figured out the game quickly.
“The…the same way Joel does?” Taking a breath as I licked around the head of his erection, Dean whined but found the rest of the words he’d been looking for. “The forever kind of way?”
Barely raking my teeth over his crown, I chuckled when he shivered and sucked in a breath. He was so much more sensitive than Joel in a thousand little ways. “Yes. The forever kind of way, but if you’re asking if I’m going to get down on one knee anytime soon, the answer would be no. We’re not there yet.”
We still had a shit ton of things to figure out first.
Hearing there wasn’t an incoming proposal had relief rushing through Dean, but I managed not to laugh at his dramatic sounds. “I’m not there yet either. But don’t let Joel try to talk you into it.”
He’d already tried, but I’d quashed that idea before he’d gotten a full sentence out.
“He won’t. He understands we have to figure out all the BDSM stuff and all the real-life stuff we need to work on first.” He hadn’t liked it, but he’d understood it. I was pretty sure that was mostly because we hadn’t worked our way through whatever list his parents had given him, but I wasn’t going to poke at it too much. “He’s going to keep house hunting and apartment planning, though.”
I was good but I wasn’t a magician.
Dean started to laugh but it turned into a strangled groan as I wrapped my lips around his cock and gave it a few strong sucks. When he moaned and tried to rock it deeper, I released him and gave it another kiss. “What else were you thinking about today?”
A low, frustrated groan filled the room, but he wanted his orgasm more than he wanted to fight me on it. “I like the idea of living together after we graduate.”
Good boy.
Wrapping my lips around him again, I sucked on the tip as I slowly stroked the rest of his cock. He shivered and let out a low sound, but did his best not to fuck my mouth as his head fell back. “I…I was thinking about what you said about the collar…a collar for Joel. He’s not going to want something too subtle. But something obvious scares me.”
Oh, very good boy.
Tightening my grip, I sucked harder and worked his dick faster as a reward for being so honest and it released the floodgate in his head.
“I want something subtle, but he can’t have one that says slut. I can’t handle that.” Once the dam broke, he just kept going. “You need something that says you’re ours too. I don’t know what it should be. Joel’s family is going to like that but it’ll make them start trying to plan a wedding or something.”
Dean wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, so I shifted my hands to palm his ass. He let out a low, needy sound and shook as I rocked him forward. “I…you…”
Whatever he was going to say was lost as his cock slid deeper, nudging at the back of my throat with every thrust.
“That’s…your…” Always trying to be a good sub, Dean’s rambling thoughts were trying to escape but his need was stronger than his ability to form sentences. “Tate…please…”
Gripping him harder, I focused on the head as he rocked back and gasped, shaking as his orgasm came crashing over him. Sucking and swallowing his cum had him crying out and thrusting faster as I held him tight.