Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Let me get you a cab home.”
“No. I don’t want to go home. I want to go to bed with you.”
He took a step toward me, and I stupidly backed myself into a wall. He was on me in a second, his lips crushing mine, his hands dragging my hips to his as he pressed his whole body against me, pushing me into the wall, reminding me of how he’d almost kissed me before putting me into a cab.
I didn’t have the strength to fight this. It was insane. It was wrong, and I was only going to feel worse in the morning, but I couldn’t stop it. He slid his hands up under my shirt, caressing my back.
“Feel so good. So different. I need this.”
“So you do like men after all?” I hoped challenging him might get him to slow down, because I was fast approaching the point of no return. My dick was all in, and the feel of Jay against me was making me lose my mind.
“Fuck, Ford. What have you done to me?”
“I haven’t done a thing.”
“You watch me with those seductive eyes. You make me want things I’ve never thought about. I need to touch you.” He reached for the fastenings of my jeans, popped the button, and drew the zipper down slowly.
He hesitated then. This was my last chance. My friends had warned me I was going to get hurt. I knew Jay was drunk as hell, but I no longer gave a fuck. I pulled my cock out and stroked it. Jay’s eyes widened, and he licked his lips.
“Have you ever watched another guy jerk off?”
“Only online. I’ve been watching videos, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with me.”
Oh God. He’d been watching gay porn. He’d been thinking about this, so it wasn’t spontaneous.
You’re just an experiment to him. “You want to know what fucking a man is like, and you expect me to let you use me?” Why did that turn me on? Damn, I was fucked up.
“No, I want to know what fucking you is like. I’ve never wanted another man. You…you’ve put some kind of fucking spell on me.”
I wished I had that kind of power. “Touch me, then. Find out how it feels to wrap your hand around another man’s dick.”
He did. I gasped when he gripped me tightly, stroking me up and down. “More. Faster.”
Jay did as I said, and I thrust into his hand, frustrated that it wasn’t slick enough for me to slide in and out easily.
“You want to fuck me?” I challenged him.
“Yes,” he growled.
“Then you’re going to have to get rougher than that.”
Jay gripped my hips and shoved me back into the wall, then spit into his hand and started stroking me roughly, his grip almost painful.
“God, yes. Like that.”
He kissed me again, and I was lost. His lips trailed along my throat, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. He sucked at the skin where my neck and shoulder met. He was going to fucking mark me, and I wanted that. I wanted to be his, even if it was just for a moment.
“Do it. Bruise me. Hurt me.”
“Jesus, Ford.”
I slid my hand between us and pressed the base of my palm against his cock, rubbing him through his pants. I needed to feel his skin. “Get these off.”
“You’re fucking bossy.”
“Then find a way to shut me up.”
12
JAY
This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I wasn’t stroking Ford’s dick. I wasn’t about to fuck his ass. This had to be a dream.
The best dream ever. I didn’t want to do anything to make it stop.
The feel of Ford’s hand pressing against my cock was so good I was sure I would come in my pants if he kept it up.
When he demanded I strip, I tried to open my pants without letting go of his dick. I was that fucking enamored of the way it felt in my hand, hard but soft, like mine but so different.
Ford pushed my hands out of the way and unfastened my pants while I kissed him again. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. How the hell did it feel so good to kiss a guy—no, not any guy, to kiss Ford. I’d wanted him for so long. Was I really ready to admit that now?
When Ford wrapped his hand around my naked cock, I sucked in my breath. Holy shit. His hand was soft and smooth, his fingers long. He worked me up and down, and I was suddenly so close to the edge I tried to push him away.
“Are you scared now?” The fucker was goading me, trying to make me snap.
“Fuck no. I’m ready for more.” I took hold of his biceps, yanked him away from the wall, and pushed him toward the sofa.