Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“You mean PTSD?”
“Nope.” Spencer shook his head and grinned. “Traumatic Pancake Stress Disorder. TPSD.”
“Very clever.” Emilio reached over and started tickling Spencer’s waist, making him screech and wiggle. “You’re a real laugh riot.”
“Emilio!” Spencer shouted breathlessly as he tried to push Emilio’s hands away. His laughs were turning into embarrassingly high-pitched giggles. “Emilio!”
“Yeah?” Emilio asked, showing no indication of stopping his tickle attack.
“Can’t… cook… if… can’t… breathe,” he said through laughter and gasps.
“Oh, man, we can’t have that.” Emilio stopped tickling and pulled Spencer into a hug. “You already promised me french toast.” He pressed his mouth to Spencer’s neck and said, “I loooove french toast.”
Being with Emilio was fun, so much fun. Spencer clung to him as he caught his breath. “I’m going to seek revenge for the tickle attack,” he said, glaring at Emilio and trying to sound dangerous but ruining the effect with more giggles.
“Have I ever told you how much I like your laugh?” Emilio asked. “Seriously, you have the best laugh.” He traced Spencer’s lips with one finger. “And you already know how I feel about your dimples.” He sighed dramatically.
Spencer felt his cheeks heat. He dipped his head. “You’re not going to distract me from my revenge plot.”
“I ain’t trying to distract you, Spence. You go ahead and do the tickle-revenge thing. Something tells me I’m gonna like it.”
“You are not supposed to enjoy it!” He snapped his head up. “That defeats the whole purpose.”
Emilio arched his eyebrows and said, “Well, you’re gonna have to pay attention to me for the whole revenge thing, right?” He shoved his groin against Spencer’s, circled his hips, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I like having your attention, cariño.”
Spencer’s breath caught for a whole different reason. When Emilio thrust his thick cock against him again, he groaned and said, “You always have my attention.” Spencer grasped Emilio’s hips and rocked forward. “I think about you all the time.”
“That’s good.” Emilio bent down and started nibbling on Spencer’s neck, continuing the motion of his hips. “’Cause I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day I saw you walking by looking so damn cute I wanted to fucking eat you alive.” He pushed forward, hard.
“Emilio!” Spencer gasped.
“Feel good?” Emilio nipped at his ear and then straightened his neck, meeting Spencer’s gaze.
“Yes.” Spencer’s voice was shaky and hoarse.
“That’s good, Spence.” He dropped his hand between them and squeezed Spencer’s dick. “It’s real good.”
He moaned and closed his eyes, enjoying pressure of Emilio’s big hand stroking his erection. And then it hit him. He snapped his eyes open and stared at the warm, chocolate eyes studying his face.
“Emilio?”
“Uh-huh.” Emilio looked immensely pleased.
“I’m….” Spencer gulped and dropped his gaze to his groin.
“Yeah, I know.” He skated his hand up Spencer’s ridge and then reached for the button on his jeans. “You want me to take care of you right here?”
The thought made Spencer moan with need, but he shook his head. “No. I need to make breakfast, remember?”
“Breakfast can wait for a few minutes.”
Spencer bit his bottom lip and looked up at Emilio from underneath his lashes. “I want to stay like this for a little while,” he confessed. “I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to….” He shuddered and took a deep breath. “It feels good. I don’t want it to end yet.”
“I’m glad.” Emilio kissed his cheek, gave him a quick hug, and then reached for the sponge. “I’ll clean up while you cook.”
With a nod, Spencer moved away, heading for the refrigerator to get the eggs and milk, his belly sore from all the laughing, a huge smile on his face, and his dick hard enough to pound nails. Emilio really was like magic.
WHEN he was done with the dishes, Emilio hopped up on the counter and watched Spencer dip slices of bread into a shallow bowl filled with an egg mixture and then set the soggy bread on a sizzling frying pan.
“That looks gross,” he said.
Spencer chuckled. “It’ll taste good. We just need to be patient while it cooks through.” After a couple of minutes, he picked up one piece with a set of tongs and flipped it over, revealing a golden-brown masterpiece. “See?”
“Mmm.” Emilio’s stomach growled. “Looks yummy.”
“Get a plate and you can start eating while the rest fries.”
“No,” Emilio protested even as his stomach growled again, seeming to disagree with him. “I can wait.”
Spencer looked meaningfully at Emilio’s stomach and then raised his gaze to lock with Emilio’s.
“Okay, maybe just one piece,” Emilio said. He slid off the counter, got two plates and two forks, and came back to Spencer. “You have to eat with me.”
“I’m not that hungry,” Spencer said as he put two pieces of french toast on Emilio’s plate. “There’s syrup in the fridge.”
Emilio set the plates and silverware on the counter and then cupped Spencer’s ass with one hand and his balls with the other, squeezing and massaging.