Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 129881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
And then I can finally, finally close in on him.
I box him in, hands on either side of his head.
Our foreheads touch, and that’s the only bit of contact I give into.
“Really?” Felix asks, staring up at me.
“Yes.”
“You’ve thought about that?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve thought about fucking you.” The corner of his mouth lifts. So timidly. “The other way too, but… would you let me? Would you let me fuck you, Jake?”
“Probably.”
He sucks in a breath. “Really?”
He’s asking like this can actually happen, and I can’t blame him for the hope in his voice.
I’m answering him like it’s a real possibility.
“We shouldn’t be talking about this,” I say.
“Why not? Talking isn’t doing.”
“Tell that to my fucking boner.”
His eyes widen and then fall, zeroing in.
“Don’t,” I beg, worried he’ll reach for me.
I only have so much restraint.
“Shit. I wish you would’ve kissed me back,” he says, meeting my gaze. His tone melancholy. “That was our one moment to be stupid, and you didn’t take it, you fucking saint. Now I’ll never know what it feels like to really kiss you. And that kills me.”
I close my eyes, groaning low in my throat. “Fuck. You’re mean.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be.”
Jesus.
I lean away to see him better.
“I just.” Felix shyly dips his head. “I can’t believe you want me too.”
Remember that whole bit about restraint and all that control I had minutes ago?
Ha.
My hands cup his smooth face and tilt it up as I move in, bringing his mouth right where I want it.
And I know Felix isn’t expecting this because he gasps just as our lips brush. Lips parting just enough for me to lick my way inside.
Fuck me. Of course it’s this good.
He tastes like something sugary sweet (not surprised) and I want him to open wider and to quit acting so shocked and shy and move with me, because if this is the only other moment we’re ever going to have, I want everything he can give. And Felix must sense my urgency, because he tips his head to the side then and opens up, his own tongue exploring so shamelessly now.
We kiss deeper. Firmer. Alternating sides. Our heads tilting back and forth and back again. We learn each other’s methods so quickly, I can’t tell if I’m moving his way or my own anymore.
It just becomes us—the way we kiss.
And Felix isn’t shy here. He’s taking just as much as me.
And fuck, he can really kiss.
I tell him that and he smiles before shoving his tongue back inside and rubbing it against my own so right I lose my breath for a second.
Then my hands are in his hair and his curls are so damn soft and just long enough, I can really grip them, and I think so this is going to be a thing now. I worry what I mean, because this full-on make-out session has me harder than I can ever remember being.
But it’s just kissing. That’s really all we’re doing. Nothing else. So, we’re fine.
Everything is fine.
Everything is not fine.
Because I can’t help it. I really can’t.
When Felix arches his hips away from the wall, seeking me out, I slip an arm around his waist and haul him closer, and we both moan the second our dicks rub.
He’s stiff too.
I push him flat against the brick and grind, only once, and I nearly shoot my load. My balls are so fucking heavy and Felix won’t stop sucking on my tongue, and I keep thinking any second now this is it—we’re going to pull apart and end this—and it’s amazing how quick I am to silence those thoughts when he whimpers inside my mouth.
“Jake.” He’s breathless between kisses. “Help me.”
“Help you what?” I ask, and then I lose my mind when he reaches between us and yanks his sweats down, just enough for me to make out the heavy bob of his dick in the dark.
Fuck this sunset. He’s all shadows and I can barely see. (Probably a good thing.) But I can hear him beg me to touch him and I can feel his hand when he tries guiding my own.
“Felix,” I warn.
“I know. I know. That’s too much, right?”
“Yeah.” I return my hand to his waist and kiss him some more. Why not.
“I’ll just do it,” he says.
“That’s.” I groan when he bites on my lip. “Just as bad. Please don’t.”
“You can do it too. We’ll do it together.”
Great idea.
“Bad idea.” I kiss his cheek and his jaw, working my way back to his mouth.
“Please?”
I pull back slightly, and when he moans without my mouth on him, I look down and curse.
I can barely make out the quick stroke of his hand.
“I’m close already,” he says. “Think I can beat you?”
Bet. Fuck it.
I face the wall, forehead on the brick. I can’t watch him.
But my dick is out now too.