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)
“That’s it. Take what you need. I knew you’d have a hungry hole. Fuck yourself on me,” Perry urges me on, blunt nails digging into my ass cheeks. “Your hole is so tight, so fucking good.”
The headboard bangs against the wall, but I don’t stop, just lean down and take Perry’s mouth, still fucking myself on his thick erection.
It’s a sloppy kiss, tongues messy. My head hits the headboard, and we laugh, then kiss and fuck, touching all over each other. Sex with Perry is my favorite thing—feeling him inside me, his hot, hard length throbbing and thrusting, stretching me just right. It all goes to my head—both of them—balls full and tight, thoughts on nothing but him as I feel my orgasm bearing down on me.
“Fuck, Theo…I’m gonna come. Wish I were bare. Wish I could fill you with my cum. You’d like that…fuck, I know you’d like that.” He grits his teeth like he’s trying to hold back, so I push down on him harder, faster, needing Perry to bust before I do.
“Theo!” he calls out my name, arches off the bed, dick twitching and flexing inside me. That’s all it takes for me to lose myself to it too, for the room to spin and my body to shatter apart, cum erupting from me and spurting all over his stomach and chest.
I fall down on top of him, unable to move, unsure if I’m even breathing.
“That was so fucking good.” He peppers my face, my throat, my shoulder with kisses.
“I really, really like to be fucked,” I say breathlessly.
Perry chuckles and rolls me off him. I’m dead weight, and I can’t do anything to change that. He takes the condom off and tosses it, before using his shirt to wipe my cum off him, then my groin. Maybe that should be gross, but it’s totally not. It’s hot as fuck.
Perry hits the light and climbs back into bed with me.
I mean to thank him, to tell him I love him, all sorts of thoughts race through my head, but I can’t catch any of them. Instead, I drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Perry
I’d wanted to tell Theo about the eye thing but didn’t have a chance…and also that I’m crazy in love with him, but isn’t that something I shouldn’t say after the best sex of my life? What if he thought I’d only said it because we’d just fucked? What if he didn’t feel the same but then felt obligated to tell me because I’d just had my dick in his ass?
I’d also wanted to tell him how inspiring he is to me. How I want to be like him, that I want to go to college and follow my dream and give my father a chance. Because if I do, then at least I would know I did my part, and if he fucked it up again, there’s nothing I could do to change it.
But I hadn’t done any of that. He’d fallen asleep, and I’d lain here all night, tossing and turning, while all these thoughts rained down on me.
The sun is beginning to peek through the blinds. I shouldn’t be awake right now, but hey, I also should have slept more than five minutes last night, and that didn’t happen either.
Having my dick inside someone I love was indescribable. None of the other sex I’ve had compares.
I roll over, wrap my arm around him and try to get some sleep, but seconds later, there’s a loud bang, bang, bang on my bedroom door.
“Perry! Get up! It’s Dad! He’s in the hospital!” Ty yells, trying the doorknob, but it’s locked.
I shoot out of bed, heart in my throat. No, no, no. Just when I decided to try and have a relationship with him, something happens?
I tug on the closest pants I can find, which happen to be Theo’s. He’s sitting up in bed now, half asleep but looking at me in concern as I open the door.
“Shit. Sorry. We gotta go. He’s in San Diego. He might have had a heart attack or something.” Ty’s speaking too fast, frazzled, running a hand through his blond hair, before Brax is there, arms around his waist, pulling him close.
“It’s okay, Lacrosse. He’s gonna be okay,” Brax soothes him.
“Wait. He’s here?” He’s in town, and I didn’t know, but then, I refuse to talk to him, don’t I? Every time Ty tries to bring him up, I shoot my brother down too.
“He’s here for work,” Brax tells me. “They were supposed to meet up for lunch one day, and your dad wanted Ty to bring you, but Ty didn’t get the chance to ask you. I guess your dad was on his jog this morning and having chest pains. They took him in by ambulance.”
All that sounds realistic. There’s no reason to doubt it, but there’s that stupid voice inside my head telling me he doesn’t care about me, that he doesn’t want to see me. He only wanted to see Ty. And now I won’t get a chance to find out because he might be dying. For all the anger I have for him, I’d never wish this on him.