Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
When he walked to the sink and started washing his brushes, I stood and dusted off the seat of my pants. Sidling up to him, I watched the colors swirl down the drain. “Guess I’m gonna head back to the dorm.”
“I’ll walk you out,” he said as if I were a guest in his home, and I supposed in some way it was accurate. He’d allowed me this intimacy, and I was grateful.
Once we slipped out of the room into the empty hallway, his hand encircled my wrist, and he hauled me toward another door that ended up being a supply closet. It was dim, the only light coming through the window at the end of two rows of shelves containing all sorts of brushes and cleaning supplies.
“I can’t… Fucking hell, Alex.” My heart thumped in my chest as Remy closed us in, then walked me backward toward the window. “I want you. I can’t help myself.”
I gripped his shirt, trying to keep my hands from trembling. “Thank God because I want you too.”
When my gaze met Remy’s, I saw a familiar mix of emotions—apprehension, frustration, and bald need. It was intoxicating having him so close, so I relied on instinct, twisting the material in my fingers, pulling him against me.
Our mouths met in a frenzy of lips and teeth and tongue. It was messy and frantic but so freaking hot. It was different from that time on the dock, which had been sweet and careful. I turned him so he faced the door, his shoulder bumping into the shelves in the process, and when I took possession of his mouth, I felt his deep groan reverberate in my bones. It did something to me, knowing my touch had this effect on the guy I’d crushed on for so long. I knew we were playing with fire and that anyone could walk in on us, but it only cranked up the need inside me.
“Pull yourself out,” Remy said gruffly as his hands fumbled to unbutton and unzip his jeans. When I finally got mine undone, I panted from the relief it gave my aching cock. As our mouths and bodies met again, our hands frantically clutching at hair and shoulders and clothes, I wished there was enough time to appreciate his warm skin and stiff cock. On the other hand, when our shafts slotted together, I was glad the wait was over.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned. “Let me… Jesus Christ, you’ve got me so worked up.”
His hand surrounded our shafts as he stroked us roughly, trying to find a rhythm. But I didn’t even care if it was sloppy because it felt too good.
“I can’t even…” I twisted my fingers in his hair, grounding myself before I shot off too soon. And as I felt that familiar tingling in my spine, I was disappointed that it would be over way too fast, so I jerked back and stopped him with my hand. “Wait.”
He grew still. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just…I wanna blow you.”
He panted against my lips. “You serious?”
“Very.” I met his eyes. “I happen to like sucking dick.”
“Holy fuck. Keep talking like that, and I’ll come right now.”
“Wait for my mouth,” I insisted, sinking to my knees. “It would be all my horny teen dreams come to life.”
“Mine too,” he murmured, angling his head and watching me intently.
Ignoring that we were in a supply closet and on borrowed time, I reveled in the moment as I took in his dick, which was long and leaking precome. Holy shit.
When he ran his shaky fingers through my hair, I relaxed. He was just as nervous. This was Remy and me. We knew each other, but not in this way, and I couldn’t wait to make that leap.
“Nice cock,” I said as I buried my nose in his wiry hair, and there it was, his essence that had always appealed to my younger self. Except this was better.
He groaned when I licked the salty skin around his glans, then swiped across his slit, getting a burst of his seed across my tongue. Was this really happening?
“I can’t wait to deep throat your dick.”
He gripped my hair. “Better suck me already because you’re killing me here.”
I smiled. I liked surprising him.
When I finally closed my lips around his shaft, he shuddered. I went to town, licking, sucking him down to the root, driving him wild. When we heard voices in the hall, we grew quiet, and I knew our minutes were numbered, so I redoubled my efforts.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.” He thrust his hips toward my face, his fingers tightening in my hair and making my scalp sting. So hot.
My balls were ready to unload as he fucked my mouth, so I gripped my cock and stroked it in a firm grip, skating right along the edge. My gaze rose to his face, and hot damn. He was completely lost in the sensation, his eyes screwed shut. It was pretty heady to make your crush lose his mind. And it also did something to me because I went sailing firmly over the edge. I trembled through my orgasm, my hand still on his dick, my tongue circling the underside of his head.