Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Damn, look at you, playing with yourself. I like watching you take your pleasure, Clark.”
“Don’t…oh God, hearing you talk is gonna make me come already.”
He kept moving, didn’t stop pleasuring himself, but his gaze turned to me, to my face, then my chest, stomach, and landing on my groin. He whimpered again.
“You like that? Fuck, it feels good. I was so hard, lying here next to you. My balls were full and aching, begging for release.”
“You precome a lot,” he said, deep and husky.
I brushed my thumb over my slit, collecting it and using it to keep jerking. Fuck, it felt so good, slick and tight and…I wanted it to be his hand, wanted him to reach over and swat my fingers away and take control of my cock.
“Come on, let me see you too, baby. I’m not gonna last long. Want you to come too.” Um, what was up with the baby thing? It was the second time I’d said it with him.
I watched as the hand on his balls went lower. His eyes were riveted on me and mine on him. His hand went lower still. He spread his legs and…
“Fuck, are you playing with your hole?”
“Yes…shit…I’m gonna lose it…” He was breathless as he jerked his cock and teased his hole. I wanted to see it, wanted to look at the tight little ring and see his finger ease inside.
I tightened my grip on myself, used my finger on my hole too. I pushed it in, fucked my fist and my ass, my hips snapping off the mattress. “Come on, Clark. That’s it. Jerk for me. Show me how you come when you’re in bed at night.”
Did he think of me? I sure as shit would think of him after this.
“Sky… Oh God, Sky!” He called my name, arching off the bed, his load shooting from his slit, onto his stomach, his chest.
Seeing it, hearing my name on his lips, made me come, my head spinning, stars dancing behind my eyes as I rubbed my prostate and fucked my fist. His name played in my thoughts as I chased and found my release.
We lay there, breathing, on our backs and looking at the ceiling. We were covered in lube and come and… “Was that okay?” I asked. The last thing I wanted was to screw things up between us.
“Yes.” He looked at me, gave a shy grin. “That was incredible.”
I found myself smiling too, wondering what the lip he was biting tasted like. I needed to get myself under control.
“Yeah, well, anytime you want to jack off with someone, I’m your guy. We should also maybe think of some kind of sign if you ever have a guy in here, so I’ll know.”
The smile slipped off his face, his teeth released his lip. “Sure. We’ll figure something out. Towel on the door handle or whatever.” Clark rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna clean up real quick. You can have a turn after.”
Not for the first time, I felt I’d disappointed him.
I stayed still, listening to the shower, and told myself I’d find a way not to do it again.
20
Clark
I slid behind the wheel and lifted my cell to text Skylar. It’d been a busy week for both of us, and we’d been like ships passing in the night, except for those late hours when he’d slip beneath my covers after getting home from the Playground. I half expected him to not show once or twice because of hooking up with some hottie at the bar, but it hadn’t happened yet. I tried not to read into that too much. It would only get me in a world of hurt.
Hey, forgot to tell you I won’t be home for dinner. We’re celebrating a coworker’s birthday at a bar close to the office.
Sounds fun, he replied.
Want to come?
I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. He’d invited me to his friends’ house, after all.
Thanks for the invite. I’m actually heading to my mom’s, then to work.
I felt simultaneously disappointed and relieved. Especially since my mother would be stopping by tonight. But that would’ve at least gotten the awkward reintroductions over with.
Okay, have a good night.
You too! Don’t forget to give a heads-up if you end up bringing someone home, he replied, adding a silly-face emoji.
My stomach tightened, though I knew he was only teasing…while also being serious. It had felt much the same the other night after we’d jacked off together.
Christ, what have I done?
Jerking off with Skylar was really fucking amazing, but also likely stupid because now I knew what his dick looked like, and how his chest flushed this rosy-pink color when he came, and damn, he was so pretty. Too pretty for me. Definitely. And I’d keep reminding myself of that.
So why did I let the hookup comment bother me—ruin the moment, even? I got why he made it. He was drawing the line between us, setting boundaries. As if I didn’t know them already. Just because we came together in my bed didn’t mean I wanted to marry him, for Christ’s sake. I wasn’t one to hook up, but I still fooled around with guys I was dating—usually exclusively, but whatever. I could do casual once in a while.