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)
My stomach does excited backflips. I love spending the night with Perry. “Yep.”
“Yesssss.”
My stomach doesn’t stop putting on the gymnastics performance all night, only it feels good, like I’m Simone Biles or something. I’ve never felt this way before, never liked someone this much. I just have to hope it doesn’t ever become too much for Perry.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Perry
So far, the whole being-a-boyfriend thing is no different from what Theo and I were doing before, so maybe everyone had been right. If that’s the case, I can easily handle this.
And his friends are cool too. I like to watch him with them, see how he lets go and watch him in his element. Theo is a people person if I ever saw one.
I’m glad everything went well when he told them about us. I would have hated for someone to be weird to him about the fact that he’s with me…because I’m a boyfriend…Christ. What in the hell is happening here?
“Did you drive?” I ask Theo when I get off work.
“No, I rode with the guys.”
“I think someone was hoping I’d ask him to go home with me,” I tease, just to earn myself one of his smiles. They’re like cotton candy—sweet and addicting.
“Can you blame me? I have a totally hot boyfriend.”
I roll my eyes, but yes, I’m grinning, and it’s so stupid and ridiculous. What has he done to me? “You called me hot.”
“You are.”
“I know.” I nod toward the door, and we head out together.
It doesn’t take us long to get back to the house. Ty got off earlier than me—him and Brax already in their room as we head to ours—mine. I mean mine. What the fuck?
“I need to shower.” I pull some boxer briefs from my drawer.
“Can I…do that with you?”
The simple question has blood rushing to my groin. I’ve always loved sex and people’s bodies—exploring them, tasting them, losing myself in them and having them lose themselves in me, but it’s next level when it comes to Theo. My cock is already throbbing like I’ve never taken a damn shower with anyone before.
“We don’t have to,” Theo adds.
“Are you kidding me? Yes. All the yesses in the world. I was just dickstracted by the thought of you wet and naked.”
“Did you just say dickstracted?”
“I did.” I wink, then pull a pair of shorts out for him.
“I don’t get underwear?”
“Nope. I like you commando.”
We head into the bathroom, where I turn the shower on. Theo watches me as I strip out of my clothes, not moving to do the same.
“I think you’re drooling,” I joke.
“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Jesus, I can’t believe you didn’t know you’re bisexual before me.”
“Guess there’s something special about you.”
My heart melts, like really, how is that a thing that happens? And shouldn’t it be miserable instead of the greatest fucking thing to ever happen to a guy? “Best boyfriend ever.”
Once I’m naked, I start helping Theo out of his clothes. His dick is hard. I swear the guy gets an erection at the drop of a hat…or I guess I should say at the drop of his clothes? Or even the prospect of something sexual? It’s really hot.
We get into the shower, and I wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a stroke. “Look at you…always hungry for me.”
He gasps. “I swear I wasn’t like this before.”
I like the idea of him only being this needy with me. “Perfect. But we’re gonna be good boys and actually shower.”
“Wait. Really?” His forehead wrinkles cutely, and it takes everything in me not to kiss his freaking face off.
“Yes. We’ll play when we get to bed. Shower sex isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You feel like you’re drowning while sucking dick, water splashes in your eyes, the tub is too hard on your knees. It’s a fucking mess.”
He chuckles, then grabs my sponge, squirts soap on it, and…starts washing my chest.
Now listen, I’ve done a whole lot of experimenting in my life. I’ve been with sweet people and those who just want to come and take off and can honestly do that without swapping very many words. I’ve been with cis-women, cis-men, nonbinary and trans people. Those who like it hard and those who like it soft, but I’ve never been with someone who washed me. It sounds silly, and I don’t know why the feel of the sponge along my pecs is like a defibrillator to my heart.
“What?” Theo asks, clearly able to tell I’m losing my emotional shit.
“Nothing.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
He gives me my favorite smile, then continues to wash my front before turning me around so he can wash my back. My little puppy even washes my damn hair, but then I take the sponge and give him the same treatment, pampering him and taking care of him the way he did me.