Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Theo lies there as I strip, and then when I’m naked, cock really fucking hard and pointing up, he just…stares.
Nerves make the back of my neck prickle. I’m not insecure about my body. I never have been, but man, he’s testing me. What if seeing my dick makes him realize this is all too much? Kissing is one thing, but being in bed with a guy who has his cock out is next level.
“Change your mind?”
He shakes his head. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. Just stares.
I’m not sure what to do here, so I ask, “Are you okay?”
Theo sits up on the side of the bed, reaches out, and rubs his thumb in the precum at my tip.
“Fuuuuuuck,” spills out of my mouth because that is maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The hottest thing anyone has ever done to me, and I’ve had a whole lot of sex.
“I’m literally feeling a little action down there, and I just came. Definitely bisexual. Huh. Interesting. I have a short refractory period but usually not this short.”
My cock jerks in response. Theo’s head shoots up, and he looks at me, smile taking over his adorable face. “I made you do that.”
I chuckle because fucking A, how can I not? I grab his face in my hands, lean down, and press a kiss to his lips. “God, you’re great, but I really need to come.”
And he is great. Have I ever thought that about someone I’ve slept with? Not that I can remember, which makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand, but I ignore it in favor of an orgasm.
“Get back into bed.” Theo scoots over, and I join him.
Reaching into the nightstand, I grab a bottle of lube, then pause. “Are you okay with getting naked too?” Fuck, I want to see him. I can tell he’s packing, not just from the feel of him, but looking at him in those sweats.
“Yes. Please. I want to do that.” He tries to pull his shirt over his head but gets tangled in it. I laugh, grabbing the bottom and helping Eager Theo get naked.
“Contrary to what it looks like, I have actually had sex. I’m typically pretty good at it, and I don’t usually make such a fool of myself.”
There’s a quiet voice in my head telling me he can be like this with me because he trusts me, because he doesn’t try to impress me or do what he thinks I want the way he does with others, and that thought makes my heart bang against my chest. It’s a lot, and I should stop this right now, but there’s absolutely not a chance that I will. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him right now.
“I like this side of you,” I tell him. “That I get to see you this way, and you’re so turned on by me, you can’t control yourself.”
“I wouldn’t say I can’t control myself.”
“You came in like two seconds and got tangled in your T-shirt.” While I know some people would be offended by that, Theo isn’t one of them. He just gives me that sweet grin of his and shrugs.
“Five seconds, and good point. I’ll be better next time.” My heart stumbles, and he must notice something on my face because he frowns. “I’m not saying there has to be a next time if you don’t want that. And maybe I won’t want that. Actually, I don’t think I will.”
“Puppy…”
“I thought you were going to get me naked and jerk off?”
The thought of an orgasm shoves away my good sense. “Lie down.”
He doesn’t question me, just easily leans back against the pillows, his mouth slightly open, eyes a little nervous and darting around.
“You can still say stop at any time.” I kneel beside him, hook my fingers in the top of his sweats, meet his gaze, and wait. He nods, giving me permission, and I ignore my needy erection and begin to pull them and his underwear down. Theo lifts his hips, helping me along. The first peek at his light-brown pubes, a shade darker than the hair on his head, makes even more blood rush to my groin, and then I see his cock, lying against his soft belly, half hard, with dry cum on his skin and heavy balls I’m dying to taste, making a growl push past my lips.
I finish tugging them off and toss them to the moon, for all I know, before taking in his body.
“Naked you’re a ten.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious.” Why don’t more people tell him how hot he is? Why doesn’t he just know it? Why do I want to say it over and over and show him how sexy I think he is a million times if that’s what it takes for him to believe it? “Can I?” I let my fingertips move along his upper thigh. I don’t even know exactly what I’m asking for. I just want him, to touch and savor him.