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)
I lay on top of him and pin him down.
“Oh, you fucker,” he says, trying to squirm.
I grin in his face.
He grunts and thrashes and pretends to hate this for all of two seconds before his body goes slack.
Then he smiles and swipes his tongue up my cheek.
I lurch back. “Dude.”
“Bro,” he mocks.
We both crack up.
I drop my forehead against his and move my fingers in his hair. I twist the soft curls.
They’re still damp, and I’ve never played with anyone’s hair like this before, not like I always seem to be doing with Felix, but I think he likes it just as much as I do.
“How’s it look?” he asks.
So unsure and worried.
I reply without hesitation.
“Voluminous.”
And oh, how he smiles.
“Let me take a picture of you.” I push up and off the bed, ignoring Felix’s protesting groans. “Just one. Come on.”
“At least wait until it’s dry all the way.”
“No. It looks good now.”
I grab my phone off the dresser and return to the bed, straddling his waist. I hold the phone above him.
“Jake!” my brother yells out from somewhere inside the house.
Now he wants to have our talk?
Fuck no and fuck him. I’m busy.
“Should you—” Felix starts to say, eyes shifting toward the wall.
“Nope. Smile.”
I’m quick with the camera app but Felix is quicker. And the first picture I get is a blurry shot of his bent arms coming up to block his face.
“Move, bitch,” I say.
He keeps his arms where they are and flips me off with both hands.
I sigh and lower the phone.
“If you really don’t want me to, I won’t,” I assure him.
I’d never do that. No matter how bad I’d like a picture of Felix post-fuck of my life. I’d never push him.
How messed up would that be?
Felix peeks out from above his arm, and his voice is muffled when he says, “This feels like a trick.”
“No trick. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I wouldn’t,” he’s quick to say, and his eyes look a little panicked now. “I really like that you want to take a picture of me, Jake. I think it’s sweet.”
We stare at each other for a breath.
Then Felix slowly covers his face completely again.
What.
“I don’t know what the hell is going on,” I say. “Do you want me to take a picture of you or not? You’re confusing the fuck out of me.”
His chest quakes with a laugh.
And if he’s laughing…
“Ohhh.” It clicks then. “You want to see how badly I want this, huh.”
“Maybe.”
Felix is smiling so much now. I can hear it.
Hell yeah. I love this playful shit.
“Fuck you. I’m going to get that picture,” I promise.
“You can try, bitch.”
I cock a brow, face splitting open with a smile, and weigh my options:
I could easily move him. Pin Felix’s arms down with one of mine and snap as many pictures as I want. It wouldn’t take hardly any effort.
Or.
I shift down his body so fast; there’s a chance he won’t anticipate what I’m about to do. And I force his legs apart.
Then I drop to my knees on the floor between them.
“Oh, you dirty bastard,” he mumbles.
I pump his softening dick and kiss his tensing thigh before sucking him to the back of my throat.
His hands fly to my head, fingertips digging and back arching off the bed when I gag.
“Fuck, I love that,” he gasps.
We lock eyes when he lifts his head, and I hold up the phone and pull off just to say, “You first. I need a shot of you.”
Felix takes the phone from me, no questions asked. No begging on my end either.
“Oh my god you’re so sexy,” he rushes out in one breath.
“Says the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
His eyes widen, and he whimpers.
This is important, I think.
Then he lays back and holds the phone above his face, keeping his other hand in my hair where it pulls. He snaps a picture with his mouth open and gasping, and another with his head tipped back. My name vibrating in his throat.
I trace the vein in his dick with my tongue and watch him lift to look at me again. He moans my name.
Then he props his weight on his elbow, camera pointed and ready, and begs, “Suck it good.”
I swallow him down, and he shutter snaps five pics.
I keep bobbing on Felix’s dick, adding my hand and jerking him near the base. He’s so thick my lips burn as they stretch, but I can deep throat him damn near all the way, and he fucking loves it. He moans so loud, it’s all I hear.
Then the door bursts open at my back, and I’m going to murder my brother.
“What the fuck, man!” I yell, pushing to my feet as Felix sits up and curses and scrambles to cover his junk.
I twist around and take a step, gearing up to launch at this asshole and beat the piss out of him.