Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“I think you totally intended that pun.”
“Give me one of those strawberries,” I said, unable to keep a smile off of my face.
“I forgot,” he said, reaching over for one of the fresh fruits. “You like it when I feed you berries, don’t you?”
“I like feeding them to you, too.”
“Cam Lyons-Erickson, I think you might have yourself a little berry fetish,” he said, leaning over. He purposely drew out the moment, bringing the strawberry close to my lips and then pushing it gently into my mouth. I could feel his fingers on my lips, and he let them linger there, dragging them across as he pulled away.
“I would have called you crazy if you said that to me before,” I told him as I ate the sweet strawberry. “But now…”
He reached over to give me another one and I took it from him. This time after I swallowed, he didn’t take his hand away.
I sucked his fingertip into my mouth and he let out a small moan.
“I have wanted you so badly,” he said.
I licked against his skin, pulling off slowly. “You have me. Right here.”
We were out in the open, under the starry night sky, and in theory, anybody could pull up into the dirt lot behind us. But right now, we were completely alone.
And right now, I was tired of waiting.
I reached over to Luke’s belt, undoing it and zipping down his fly beneath it.
“Impatient, huh?”
“Very,” I said, roughly pulling his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees. His cock bobbed free, already as hard as mine was, and I wrapped my fist around it.
I was rutting up against his thigh like some sort of desperate teenager who’d never fucked before in his entire life. As I stroked his cock he reached over to me, palming me through my jeans.
“You’re going to need to take these off, too,” he said, his voice low. “This is just unfair.”
“Done.”
My pants were off a moment later, my cock already leaking precum from the tip.
“Christ, you are perfect,” he muttered as I settled in next to him again on the blanket. He took my cock in his hand now, and we both stroked each other.
It was such an innocent act, especially knowing that he’d fucked me deep while we were in his greenhouse.
But this time, we were on a date. He had done all of this for me. He wanted the real me, maybe even a real relationship, and that was something I hadn’t thought I’d get for a very, very long time.
“Fuck, Cam,” Luke uttered, his hips bucking underneath my hand. “If I had lube I would bend you over this blanket and fuck you so hard you couldn’t speak.”
My cock throbbed in his fist. “Is that right?” I whispered. “And you think I’d let you?”
“I think you’d beg me,” he said, his voice low.
I groaned, a rush of sensation moving through me, bringing me closer to coming.
“Of course I would,” I said. “I’m starting to think I might need your cock.”
“My cock is yours,” he said. “And I’m going to give it to you any time you ask.”
“I didn’t even have to ask, when I came over and found you naked and dripping wet outside like that,” I said, leaning in close to his ear and pressing a kiss to his earlobe. “You knew I might show up.”
He let out a shuddering breath as I ran my thumb through the bead of precum on the tip of his cock. “It had crossed my mind.”
“Fucking caught you,” I said.
“You love that I thought about it.”
“I do,” I admitted. “And I loved coming over to find you like that.”
He groaned, his hips involuntarily rolling again. “I want you naked and next to me. All of the time.” He stroked my cock a little faster now, focused toward the head, clearly trying to get me close.
“I want your cum. All of the time.”
“Jesus, Cam,” he shuddered. “Talk like that and you’re going to get my cum sooner rather than later.”
“Good,” I said. Filth was tumbling out of my mouth faster than I could think, now, and for once, I didn’t want to stop at all. “I want you to come for me. I want you to spill out over my hand, just from an innocent hand-job. I want you as desperate for me as I am for you.”
He let out a heavy breath. “You want me that bad?”
“I want you so fucking badly,” I said. “I’m starting to think I need you, Luke.”
“Oh God,” he said, his hand tightening around my cock. His eyelids fluttered shut as his body tensed up, and sooner than I’d expected, he shot long ropes of white all over. He spilled onto my hand, his own stomach, and the tops of his thighs, covering the dark lines of his tattoos.