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)
*
Jonas and I are working by a flower garden near the pool, placing new stone tiles to replace the ones we dug out last week. He’s shirtless, as usual, and my gaze keeps drifting to his ass as he bends over.
As I sneak another glance, taking liberties since Forsyth is mowing and Morgan has the day off, I lick my lips as I think about tonight, when I’ll have that ass all to myself.
He peeks over his shoulder, and his eyes narrow, probably because the sun’s in them. “Enjoying the show?”
“Actually, I was thinking about tonight.”
He finishes placing the stone before rising back up and turning to me, and I notice his shoulders are a little pink.
“When was the last time you applied sunscreen?”
“Just a few hours ago.”
“Here,” I say, retrieving a mini bottle from my pocket.
“Ryan, you can’t wait a few hours to get your hands all over me?”
“Nope.” I slather lotion on my hands and then get to work covering his shoulders, chest, and torso, copping a feel as I slide down into his ass crack.
As he laughs, I check behind me to ensure Forsyth isn’t around before leaning close and pressing my lips against his shoulder blade. My lips tingle, and my cock stirs in my shorts. I’m waiting for him to crack a joke, but he just stays still until I pull away, then turns to me.
“What was that for?”
“In case I’m too busy fucking to give you the kisses you want tonight.”
“That sounds like a lie ’cause I don’t think you’re one to give too few kisses.”
Isn’t that the truth? If anything, I’ve been making up for all the kisses I’ve been deprived of these past few years.
Suddenly, I’m looking right at his face, but once again, it’s not the face I was expecting.
It’s Jonas’s face.
Such a strange feeling. Of course it’s his face, that shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.
Even though I can distinguish between them in my mind, I haven’t been able to open my eyes, not while we’re fucking around. Or even kissing. I fear if I do, it’ll be too unbearably painful. Dredge up the past in a way that will leave me in despair, like those days before and after Kieran’s death.
“What is it?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I lie, but I hate lying to him.
When we meet up that night, he must be as hungry to get my dick in him as I am to put it in him because we’re stripped down and on the bed in no time. He rolls so I’m on top of him, our cocks stroking against each other’s pelvises.
“I think you’re harder than usual,” Jonas says, and I feel him smiling against my face.
“Just been thinking about pounding this ass all day, seeding up inside you.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Does my little straight boy need to be bred?” I ask, which makes him chuckle.
“I don’t know that straight’s the right label for me at this point.”
“Shut up. Let me enjoy the thought of getting my cum wedged deep inside a straight guy.”
He laughs again. “In that case, you can call me straight all night long.”
We snicker together, his breath warm against my face.
I fetch the lube and throw it beside him. Soon, I’m on my knees between his legs, and I lean down, hooking my arms around his thighs. Lifting them up, I bury my face against his hole, licking, teasing Jonas’s ass. I’m a fucking animal for it, like some part of me is determined to make him ready for my cock.
I pull back and lick my forefinger, then push it against his hole, steadily making my entrance. His moan assures me he enjoys the sensation, and I circle around, exploring, before pulling back and letting my middle finger in on the fun.
Pushing back, I feel the familiar rubbery sensation, and his body vibrates, letting me know I’m right there.
“Don’t torture me anymore,” Jonas says. “Please, just give me your cock.”
He’s so fucking impatient, but so am I. So I slide my fingers out, grab the lube, ready my cock, and rise up, closing my eyes as I move over him.
I press the head of my cock up against his hole.
“I’d love if you did it with your eyes open.”
I know what he wants from me, what would make this experience that much better for him.
But I’m scared what I’ll see when I look.
Come on, Ryan. Don’t be a coward.
You can do this.
Do I dare?
15
JONAS
Ryan is on his knees between my legs, excitement and nervousness bubbling up in my belly as I feel his cock pressing against my ass.
After having his fingers in me, God, I can’t imagine what that thing’s going to feel like. Given how he reacts to me fucking him, it must be good, and I know if anyone will do me right, it’s him.