Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“It’s sincere. Your tattoos look good,” I say. I imagine the needle hitting his skin, and I wonder how well he took it. “How was the pain on the outer collarbone?”
He glares at me. “It hurt. Like a bitch.”
I nod. “Good boy, not lying to me.”
“Not everyone has something to prove like you do.”
I’m surprised to feel my cock perk back up again. But his egotistical attitude feels like a challenge.
And that’s something I do like.
Rayne never used to talk back to me. Not that we ever used to really talk at all. He was always with Weston, and they always stayed far away from me.
But now…
Now, things are different.
His dark hair shines in the moon’s reflection as I shut the dorm room door gently behind me with a click.
I walk across the hardwood floor, pulling off my clothes before sliding into the bed opposite the room from Rayne.
I glance up and see he’s still staring at me.
“Waiting for another goodnight kiss, Royal?” I reach down and grip the hard outline of my dick through my boxer briefs, and I see his gaze flicker down toward my obvious erection. “I should make you kiss my cock this time instead.”
“You don’t want to joke like that to me.”
He’s doing it again.
Challenging me.
I get up and slowly walk over to the edge of Rayne’s bed.
“Who says it’s a joke?” I tell him in a low tone, gripping the outline of my cock. “Kiss it.”
It’s covered by fabric, but only inches away from his face.
I look down at him and I know I’ve surprised him. His big brown eyes are wide, and his lips are a little parted as he stares at my bulge through my boxer briefs.
When I look at Rayne Colson, I see someone who gets everything he wants.
And that makes me want to put him in his fucking place.
“Don’t bluff,” he says. “I told you I’m not afraid of you, Hunter.”
“My cock is right here.”
“Too bad there’s a sociopath attached to it.”
“Tonight is the last night I’m ever going to let you touch me. I hope you’re aware of that. Take it, Rayne—”
I pull in a sharp breath of air as he leans forward and pushes his lips to the tip of my dick, kissing it.
And then he opens his mouth and sucks it, right through the cotton fabric, and his wet warmth suddenly envelops the head of my cock.
The contact makes me throb, and involuntarily, I move my hips a little forward.
Turns out that a pair of lips really is just a pair of lips, after all.
It feels incredible, even if it is coming from another man.
He gives it another firm suck, and I’m so hard now I’m sure he’s getting a little of my precum through the material.
It’s too easy to imagine what my cock would look like pushing past his lips.
Deep into his throat.
Taking away his breath, and making him choke.
When he slowly pulls his mouth away with one last suck to tease me, I feel like an animal with my sights on the perfect prey.
My skin is hot.
I need to come so badly it hurts, and right now his slick, plush lips look like the perfect place.
“Go to bed,” he tells me, giving me a cold glare.
I pull at my waistband. “Why don't I put you to bed full of my cum, instead? Do you think a pretty-boy jock like you will look better with tears streaming down your face, when my cock head cuts off the air in your windpipe? Any reason I shouldn’t find out?”
He puffs out a breath, giving me a defiant glance. “Because you’re straight, remember?”
“You’re mouthy.”
“And you’re wasting your time.”
He gives me one last look, his eyes dancing lower to look at my bulge and the wet spot he left there. Then he turns around and faces the wall beside his bed, pulling the covers over himself.
My heart’s pounding.
I’m still so hard I’m starting to ache.
I lean over his bed, resting my hand on his throat again. It fits perfectly under my hand. I don’t push down, but he needs to know that I could.
“If you ever pull a stunt like you did at the party again, you’ll pay for it, Royal,” I say to him.
I can feel each breath he takes. Each heartbeat beneath his skin.
“You’re worse than I remembered,” he finally says.
“You’re better.”
“And don’t call me Royal.”
I sigh.
I give his neck a small squeeze, then take my hand away. I slide off my underwear and get in my own bed, and I know I’m going to need to make myself come before I can sleep.
“Seems like everyone else calls you that,” I mutter at Rayne. “I can tell you like pretending you’re a king.”
“I like everyone else. They can call me that. I fucking hate you, so you can’t. Simple.”