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)
“What? No,” I said quickly. “No. I was just looking at the ceiling. Or closing my eyes. I’m not trying to make this a whole thing, I just need to come—"
“Okay,” he said, nodding once. “Well, is it all right if I keep watching you?”
Please don’t stop.
I paused for a beat, my cock painfully in need. “Yes.”
The look of satisfaction that came over his face was practically the best compliment I’d ever received. He could get off to anyone, yet he wanted to get off to me. I didn’t have to be gay to feel a little bit special about that.
He started stroking himself again, but now he was looking me right in the eyes. Above me, so I couldn’t look away.
“Christ,” I said, but my own hand started slowly touching myself again, wading back into the waters.
“Too much?” he said in a low voice, his gaze flitting from my lips back up to my eyes. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
“Don’t stop.” My words came out as a whisper. I dove right back into the deep end now, getting off in earnest again. “Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t delude myself now. Kace was watching me, and I was loving every fucking second of it. Having his eyes on me actually felt like he was touching me. He looked at my lips, and in equal measure, I hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t lean in and try to kiss me—even while every inch of my body desperately wished that I could taste him. He looked down every now and then, back toward my cock, and as we touched ourselves, his body sank closer and closer toward mine on the bed. Partly due to gravity, partly due to the old mattress, and partly, probably, because Kace wanted to.
And Kace always did what he wanted. The hottest fucking thing in the world, apparently, according to my dick.
When he looked back up and met my gaze, I hissed. Seeing those eyes under the rows of thick lashes was enough to push me toward the edge. Even his fucking freckles were somehow getting me off, now.
“So close again. Goddamn it.” My voice was hoarse.
“Look at you,” he murmured, smiling lazily. “Already this desperate.”
“Shut up.”
He breathed harder, biting his lower lip. “You want a different kind of help, baby?”
My cock throbbed. Fucker, trying to make me come.
“Don’t call me that,” I shot back. “What do you mean, a different kind of help?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t know anything, anymore,” I said, breathing deeply and closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, his lip was pinned between his teeth again, and all I wanted to do was reach up and release it.
“You want my mouth, Nathan?” he asked plainly.
“No,” I said forcefully.
Yes. So badly.
The image flashed through my mind: letting myself fuck Kace’s mouth, letting him take control and make me come, letting go. Ruddy, plush lips around my cock, and crystal blue eyes looking at me as I came.
“Okay.”
“Sorry,” I said, snapping back into reality. “I didn’t mean to say that so, uh—forcefully—"
“I get it. You don’t want more,” Kace said, leaning back a little. “It’s fine, Nathan.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, frustration building in me. “Yes,” I admitted. “I want your mouth.”
Time froze for a moment, and I slowly opened my eyes, half expecting to see him laughing at me. But instead I just saw him watching me, like I was a puzzle he was trying to figure out.
“Liar,” was all he said, but his voice was more full of desire than venom.
“Of course I want your mouth,” I told him. “I want your mouth every time you call me stupid fucking names. I—I want you, it’s just fucking confusing and I don’t feel ready for anything, and I know you already knew that. You just wanted to hear me say it, didn’t you?”
“Knew you liked the names,” he purred, and I realized I’d just fucked up. I’d given Kace a one-way ticket to being able to mess with me until the end of time, and there was no going back now.
“Not what I meant,” I protested.
“Then show me what you meant,” he said, a fierce hunger in his eyes. “I want to watch you come. And I’m going to get off to it, and I know you’re going to like that.”
I groaned involuntarily. My fist had been around my cock, just resting there, but the moment Kace told me to come, I knew it was my mission. This time I kept my eyes open, watching him beside me.
He was angled slightly and as he shifted, the tip of his dick momentarily brushed against my thigh. I pulled in a shuddering breath, more precum appearing on the top of my cock.
“You’re close already, aren’t you?” he asked, lazily stroking himself as he watched me, knowing I was desperate.