Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I stop breathing when his fingers slide between mine and press on the flesh of my palm. I remain focused on the road, but every bit of me that’s not involved in driving is hyper aware of Angel’s presence.
“You know what I was imagining when you came last night? How it would feel if you finished with your cock inside me.”
For a moment, my mind goes blank, and I only notice when I swerve and have to go back to my lane. Not an easy task with one hand, but I’m obviously not letting go of Angel. I can’t help being so aroused it feels like lust is steaming off me.
“Y-yes? You’d like that?” I rasp out, mouth so dry I could use my tongue as sandpaper.
I don’t dare look at Angel, but there’s the faintest tremble to his voice when he speaks. “I would. You can pump me full of cum, Creep, and I’ll lie still, just letting you touch me. As long as you’re gentle. Just thinking about it makes me hot,” he rasps, and I see him palm himself from the corner of my eye.
I’m so distracted I almost miss the turn for Vulture Hollow, but muscle memory kicks in. “Slow and gentle. To not wake you up,” I whisper as if we’re in bed already. “You’re so beautiful, and I want all of you.”
He whimpers and squeezes his thighs together. “I will wake up completely satisfied and won’t know why.”
I don’t deserve him. But I’ll take him regardless.
I’m already drowning in this fantasy. “Do you want me to use a rubber? Pull up your pants and keep you in the dark? Or should I come deep inside? Leave you wondering who used you at night?” I’m a fucking pervert, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
I hear his breathing quicken. Damn, it’s so hot that he’s ready to allow me to do those things to him.
A revelation.
“No rubber, please. My last tests came out negative, so if you want to…” He rubs my palm with his thumb in a caress that feels borderline sexual.
I clear my throat and focus on the matter at hand even if all that my imagination offers is his pretty peach and the pink pucker between his ass cheeks, swallowing my cum.
“I… I… Yes. I mean, I’ve not done this before, I know what…” Was that even a full sentence? “I can’t wait,” I add, as if my obvious hardon wasn’t enough to communicate that.
A soft, raspy chuckle. I swear he has the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard. “You’ll just need to get lots of practice.”
“Can I… do things to any part of your body?” It’s so freeing to be able to talk about it.
“What kind of things?”
“I want to touch you with my cock in different places. Lick you. Nothing that would hurt.” I steal a glance at him in the low light, just to make sure I’m not freaking him out. But no, he’s looking straight at me, his cock tenting the front of his pants, as if each of my words aroused him more.
“Yes. Just help yourself to my body. I’ll be sleeping very deeply tonight, after dealing with all this stress.”
I squeeze his hand and smile as all my predatory instincts surface. The ones my aunt was right about. I’m not good, but he will let me in anyway.
“Go on,” I whisper when I park as close to his cabin as the road will allow. “Get ready for bed.”
“And you…?”
I stare at his pretty pink lips. “I’ll find my way in. Maybe even lock the door, just in case there’s danger lurking in the woods.”
His chest sinks, and he releases the heaviest of breaths. Then he’s out of the car and not even walking but jogging toward the cabin.
Chapter 20
Angel
Is it weird that this whole setup makes me hornier than any of the guys I’ve been with? I can’t tell, and people are into all kinds of weird stuff, so maybe it shouldn’t surprise me that I’m only now discovering this about myself. With Creep, I can be the perfect pillow prince.
I am all cleaned out for sex, I smell of shower gel, and my cock just won’t completely go down, because every time I remember the tension in Creep’s voice when he shyly revealed his fantasies, I want him to crawl on top of me and do whatever he wants.
No one has ever desired me this deeply, and I feed on his excitement, reimagining myself as the object of his most secret fantasies. As I step out of the hot, foggy bathroom and my bare feet sink into the carpet, all I can think of is that my new boyfriend, whom I’ve known for less than a week, might have already broken into my home.
If that’s the case, then he’s surely listening. Watching. Smelling me.