Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
My thoughts drift to those dark places where I keep mine. Hawthorne Heights carries a lot of dark secrets.
“Anyway,” I say, shaking my head to bring myself back to the present, “it’s getting late, and we have a busy day tomorrow.”
“Can I see you again tomorrow night?”
I smile. There’s an eagerness in his eyes, just like there was an eagerness to how he fucked me. Despite Simon’s attempt to cause me excessive agony, I love knowing it isn’t working. That Jonas and I are managing to make the best out of his shitty games.
“Same time?” I ask.
He smirks.
“For being your first, I must’ve left an impression for you to keep coming back for more.”
“Yes, you have. I hope it’s as fun for you. It seems to be.”
Now I’m smiling. “Yes, Jonas, I don’t have any complaints.” I lean toward him, resting my hand on his waist as I get close to his face—daring myself to challenge this ghost in front of me. “Except maybe I’d like to fuck you some too.”
His expression sobers.
“Sorry, Jonas. If that’s not something you want to—”
“No, no. It’s just…I really hadn’t thought about it. Like ever in my life.”
“We don’t have to rush into that. I think it’s best to do things like that when you know you’re ready. When you want me to fuck you, I want you asking me for it. So I guess I can just deal with you pounding my ass for a while.”
He laughs. “Anytime.”
He moves close, and I close my eyes, accepting another kiss. His lips tingle against mine, a surge of heat rushing across my cheeks. God, what he does to my body. I’m already getting hard.
“Okay, I think I might need you to leave before I beg to have that cock again.”
His hand wraps around the back of my head, keeping me close. “Why don’t you start begging?” he whispers against my face.
An electric pulse radiates in my chest.
I’m eager for one more quick fuck before I kick him out of my room.
11
JONAS
“Come in me, Jonas. Come in me.”
There’s that familiar lust in his voice, hunger for me that seems to draw the cum right from my body, shooting up inside him.
I fall in a fit of spasms, collapsing onto his back.
Water from the showerhead splashes against my head, running down my face and neck, streaming down between our bodies.
Ryan presses his hands against the tile wall, and as he catches his breath, I kiss along the side of his neck.
The few weeks since we started fucking around have been hard labor. Hard, sweaty, manual labor, the kind that leaves my body achy and swollen. That’s just during the day, before Ryan and I meet up. Messing around with him has become a fulfilling way to spend my nights, like a reward for the effort I’ve put into the premises. It seems that whenever we get together, Ryan just needs it, and I’m so fucking happy to give it to him.
I nibble at his ear. I’ve learned he enjoys when I give it a little tug between my teeth.
We dry off and head back into the bedroom. As has become our routine, Ryan fixes us drinks, and we enjoy a few sips before he slips into bed, rolling toward me, this eager expression on his face.
It’s hard to tell if he’s changed in the past few weeks or if he just lets me see more of him now that I’m not a stranger. And while he doesn’t seem to struggle to look at my face as much, he still keeps his eyes closed whenever we fuck, which is a shame since I enjoy when we’re in bed together and he looks at me with that blue gaze, his irises sparkling under the chandelier light.
“I feel greedy,” he says.
“What?”
“Like that monster cock should have been shared with more people before you came here and started fucking me with your trick pelvis.”
I blush. “Were you just saying that to get me red?”
“Would it be so horrible if I was?” There’s a bit of Simon in that mischievous look. Funny, because I barely ever notice the similarities since I’ve started messing around with Ryan.
Smiling, he draws near, closing his eyes and taking my lips once again.
Our lips click as they part. I groan. “I don’t wanna go.”
“It’s already ten. And I’m not keeping you up any later because you were useless that night when I kept you past one.”
“I worked hard.”
“Oh, you were trying. But you weren’t up to the usual Jonas-standard.”
“I like that you have some sort of Jonas-standard in your head.”
“You should like that it’s a really high standard too.”
“I do.” When he beams, I’m tempted. “Maybe I could stay the night? We could mess around before work…” I’m not halfway through my suggestion when his expression tenses up. “Sorry. I’m fine with not. I just figured…”