Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
But the moment my body was next to his, something inside of me deeply relaxed, too. The side of my body was touching his now, and there was some strange safety in that, even as my heart pounded away.
“I’m—” I started to say, my brain frenzied.
“Use your words,” Kace purred. “What’s up?” Hearing his voice that close to my ear was already enough to make me want to blow. Use my words? What the hell was I supposed to say to him? My pants suddenly felt like a straitjacket, and a wave of urgent desire surged through me.
“What’s up is that I think my dick is going to break a hole in my pants if I don’t get them off,” I finally said, glancing at him.
“Then take them off,” he replied without hesitation. His command was what I had needed. That certainty, that safety.
I didn’t let myself think. I undid my belt, my hands shaking like hell. I released the button and yanked down the zipper, every nerve inside me buzzing as I shoved my pants down to the ground. I groaned softly. The air on my freed cock was instant relief. It bobbed free, hard as hell and already leaking precum from the tip. I let out a breath, raising my head up to look down at it, a moment of hesitation hitting me as I looked over and saw Kace pulling out his cock, too.
I’d always known I had a good dick—great, even, according to a few women in my past. But next to Kace’s full-throttle, porn-star, dildo-quality cock, even my very good one was enough to give me a moment of shyness.
“Good,” Kace uttered in his low, velvet tone, and I knew he meant it. He pressed his hand against the base of his dick as he looked over at mine.
“I—I need to find a way to get my hands to stop shaking, so I’m going to grab it now, okay?” I told him, feeling like I was breaking every rule I’d ever known. “Did that sound dumb? Goddamn.”
“Put your fist around your cock,” was Kace’s only reply, and more fears in me dissipated as I just let myself do what he told me to do.
I gripped my fist around myself and it was even more relief than losing my pants had been. I’d unraveled myself from the tense knotted web of denial I’d been in, and the moment I started stroking my cock, it all melted away.
I felt the support of the mattress under my back. The relief of the air on my skin. The gentle tug of my fist around my cock. It was just physical, and that’s all this had to be. It didn’t matter why I was turned on, or how confusing it was—I just needed to come. End of story.
Easy.
As I stroked myself I started to feel the bed gently rocking next to me, and with his occasional soft, broken breaths, I could tell he was getting off, too. I forced myself to keep looking at the ceiling, like if I looked to my side and saw him there, I’d be in trouble.
I didn’t know what kind of trouble.
I let my eyelids flutter shut, squeezing around the root of my cock. I smelled the faint scent of sweet mango and I had no idea if it was from his lips or mine. He probably tastes like it, I thought idly, precum dripping from my tip and catching on my fingers as I jerked off. His plush lips were probably sweet. God, my cock was hard, and all my brain would conjure was images of Kace’s lips. From the way he’d practically eye-fucked me like that earlier, there was no way he wasn’t a good kisser--
“I, uh--” I uttered, my eyes opening quickly as I stared back up at the ceiling. “I’m going to come—"
“What? Not yet,” Kace protested, and I felt the bed shift next to me. It was like he’d hit a pause button on my body. I froze in place, steadying my hand on my dick.
He leaned over above me from his spot next to me, propped on one elbow. Suddenly my whole field of vision was filled with him—his tufts of hair, buttery-soft golden skin, and those goddamn eyes. I could smell his skin, now, too, lightly spiced and clean and inviting.
Fucking frustrating.
“Why do you care?” I said, slightly out of breath. “I mean, if I come or not?”
“Because I’m getting off watching you,” he said, like it was the simplest thing.
My cock pulsed in my fist, and even though I wasn’t actively touching it right now, I almost lost control.
“Fuck,” I hissed, pushing my shaft down, pressing on it as if that could stop me from being so turned on.
“Wait,” Kace said, his eyes searching my face. “You weren’t watching me?”