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)
“Oh, no,” I said out loud, feeling myself already on the brink of coming.
“You okay?” he asked after letting my cock slide out of his mouth. He ran a palm up my thigh and onto my stomach, giving my side a sweet little squeeze.
“I’m good,” I said quickly, wanting his mouth on me again. “Too good. I thought—fuck, man, I thought I was about to blow my load after two seconds—”
The warm, velvety laugh that escaped Kace’s mouth was enough to make me smile.
“You are a lot of fun,” he murmured before dropping back down and taking me into his mouth again.
I let out a measured breath as I watched him. “Not as much fun as you are.”
The reality of having Kace between my legs was so much better than any of my fantasies could have been. My hips bucked in place until I felt like I was fucking his mouth, a gnawing desire so deep inside me that it felt like I was unearthing something that had always been there.
Who the hell knew if I’d always really been straight or not. I sure as fuck would have hooked up with Kace anytime, anywhere, and I’d never regret a goddamn minute of it.
“How the fuck do you do that—” I managed to say as he took the head of my cock into his throat and then pull it back out again, popping his lips over my head and then lapping at me with his tongue.
He looked utterly filthy in all of the best ways, all fucked-up hair and half-lidded eyes and slicked lips.
“Because I want you to come, Daddy,” he murmured, that teasing lilt in his voice.
A desperate sound broke off from somewhere inside me and I reached down, lacing my fingers through his hair as he’d done to me before.
“Need you,” was all I could say, staring at him with an uncomfortable amount of urgency. “Please.”
“All yours.”
He leaned down, gently kissing the tip of my cock as it throbbed below him.
“God, please.”
He was teasing me again, and that was the last thing on fucking Earth I needed right now. I really did feel like I needed him. Needed to come. Needed whatever the hell he was doing to me to make some sort of sense.
And finally, he took mercy on me. He sucked me off for real again, and within moments I knew I was going to blow.
He hummed around my cock like he knew I was close, and it only made me want it more.
“Coming,” I uttered. Kace sucked me like he was trying to milk the cum from me. Knowing he was going to do it.
And then I was gone. My whole body was molten. I came into his mouth, letting go and coming so hard I couldn’t think.
All I could do was grip the side of his head, watching him swallow around me, knowing that a strange but definite realization was washing over me, settling in and gently changing everything I’d ever known about myself.
I’d never wanted someone as badly as I had wanted him.
Tonight, all week, and maybe since the moment I’d met him. Maybe it was just because he got me hard, but maybe it was something else, too.
A crush, my brain offered, somewhere far above me, floating and watching me as I was reduced to a hopeless, exhausted puddle of post-orgasm haze on Kace’s bed.
A crush that would never go anywhere. Because it was laughable how different Kace and I were. Young and older. Famous and not. And Kace was out and proud, whereas I was… whatever the hell I was, realizing that I was capable of wanting a man really badly if his name was Kace Tomlin.
I lay back onto his bed, staring up at his ceiling, my body temperature and heart rate still slowly coming back to normal. I was breathing heavily, sucking in oxygen like I’d just run a marathon.
“Look at you,” I heard Kace say, and when I glanced to the side of the bed, I saw him watching me with a half-smile, one of his dimples coming out.
“I think I just came so hard I entered another plane of existence,” I muttered. “Sorry, I—I don’t know how good I’m going to be at talking right now. I need to come back down to Earth.”
“That’s the highest compliment a guy can receive after a blow job,” Kace said, satisfied. I felt the bed shift as he hopped onto the other side of it, lying on his back, too.
“That wasn’t just a blow job,” I said, my voice already sounding far away. “Gotta catch my breath.”
I breathed slowly and evenly, images from tonight still swirling through my brain. Hot as hell images, sure.
But also sweet ones.
Like when Kace had come out into the parking lot after me, and I’d been so damn surprised that anyone would care to run after me.