Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
He twisted his tongue and slurped me to the root, releasing me with a pop. “You’re gonna come. I know you’re almost there, and I love that I can tell. I can take it if you want to fuck my mouth. Try it, Jakey. Try to fuck me.”
How could I refuse an invitation like that?
“Christ,” I growled, grabbing his head still, and thrust my hips, fucking his mouth in a frenzy.
Nope, I didn’t last long at all, and no, I didn’t have the decency to warn him. Trinsky knew, though. He took everything I gave him. Cum trickled from the corner of his mouth as he scrambled to his feet.
I licked his lips, unthinking, and lapped his tongue like a greedy cat.
Trinsky blinked as if coming out of a fog. He grinned, panting…and then ravaged me like an animal, clawing and biting and licking. “God, I want to fuck you. I promise I won’t, but please…show me your ass.”
I obeyed. Bracing one hand on the wall, I arched as if showing off my ass was something I did. Trinsky’s pleased growl rumbled through me, so who cared?
I glanced back just as he spit in his hand and wrapped it around his thick cock. “Does my ass turn you on?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He whimpered. There was no other word for the needy sounds he was making. Knowing I did that to him sent a thrill through my veins and made me feel powerful. And wanton. I opened my cheeks with both hands. “What about now?”
“Oh, my…shit, you’re beautiful. Look at that hole.” He stepped closer, slipped two fingers in my mouth. “Suck. Good boy. You like being good, don’t you, Jakey? You can be my good boy.”
I fell into a trance as he brushed the slick digits over my entrance. There was no way I could come again so soon. But when he pushed me flat into the wall, suckling on my neck as he lined his rigid pole at my crease, my dick twitched hopefully. Trinsky thrust between my cheeks half a dozen times—and came like a geyser, roaring through his release.
Neither of us moved. It was like yesterday, but…more. Much more.
More intense, more everything. He’d admitted that he liked me and yeah, I liked him too.
What was happening here?
17
TRINSKY
Three days in bed with a man. That was a new one.
Truthfully, I’d never spent an entire day in bed with a woman, either. It had always been about the act. Do it and be done. I wasn’t into cuddling, and I’d never dated anyone who’d seemed to want that from me anyway. My former girlfriends were short-term, mutually beneficial arrangements—sex and arm candy for official engagements.
None of them had met Eddie or my mom. None of them knew that I superstitiously only used blue-and-white striped beach towels, even though I owned red and white, and yellow and white. None of them knew that I secretly had perfected the art of making brownies from scratch and that I really despised whipped cream.
But Jake knew.
“What did whipped cream ever do to you?” he asked, waving at me in the mirror above us.
I waved back at him, loving the sound of his laughter. He had a great laugh—rich and hearty. And I’d grown very fond of his sexy body too. I studied his biceps, his flat stomach, and flaccid penis in our reflection. He was a work of fucking art.
Geez, what were we even talking about? Oh, yeah…
“Whipped cream is disappointment in a can.”
Jake guffawed, exposing the cords of his neck as he threw his head against the pillow. His joy was contagious. I wanted to laugh too, but I was the one telling the joke…or was I? I was happy just to be here with him.
“What does that mean?”
I rolled to face Jake, hooking my leg over his. “It comes in a fun container. You give it a shake, aim it at your slice of apple pie or a bowl of strawberries, and you think, ‘Sweet, this is gonna be tay-stee.’ Instead, it’s like eating feathery foam. Fuck that. Give me ice cream.”
Jake snickered. “Says the man with a can of whipped cream in his fridge.”
“That’s for Eddie, but I bought it a few months ago. It’s probably expired.” I widened my eyes comically. “I have an idea.”
“No,” he deadpanned.
“It’s a good one, Jakey.”
“I doubt it, Mason.”
My smile threatened to crack my face in half. “I like the way you say my name. Like you’re sort of annoyed, but maybe…not.”
His lips twisted with amusement. “What’s your bright idea?”
I gave his balls a light squeeze. “It’s better if I show you instead. Don’t go anywhere.”
I headed downstairs and grabbed the whipped cream and a couple of water bottles. I set my stash on the nightstand next to Jake, who glanced up from his cell with an eye roll.