Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I wait for him to tell me to fuck off, which is probably what he should do, but he shrugs.
“Cool. See you there.”
“What?” I’m taken aback. Why the fuck is he going along with this?
“I’ll be there in ten.”
“Um, okay.”
Everything in me tells me now’s the time to go, but we’re still standing there in silence, looking at each other, until Dax’s lips purse and he smiles.
“It’s okay, Miles. You can do your running-off thing now.”
I nod before bolting, hurrying out the door, toward the library.
This is such a shitty idea. Maybe the worst you’ve ever had.
But that doesn’t keep me from winding up on the fourth floor of the library, near the bathrooms, checking my phone. I’m maybe a little too annoyed when it’s only been nine minutes.
What am I even thinking? He’s not gonna come up here to do anything with me after what an ass I’ve been to him. This is probably his way of getting back at me.
Fair enough. Nice play, Dax.
Accepting that doesn’t seem to do anything because I’m still pissed at him. I start for the double doors to the stairs when I hear the handle on the other side, and there’s Dax. I stop in place as that familiar smirk plays across his lips, and he does that adorable wave thing.
I just need to get this over with, so I push through the bathroom door, and he follows.
We’ve come at a good time because no one else is here. I hurry into one of the stalls, and he steps in with me, closing it behind us.
This shouldn’t be strange. I’ve messed around with plenty of people in here. I’m sure he has too, but this isn’t like that…because no one else ever had this effect on me.
I cup my hand against his throat, and Dax moves with me as I guide him to the stall door. He’s so willing to go along with all this, even without having a clue what we’re in here for. Well, I guess he has his own ideas about that.
I study his mouth, wondering if what happened at the house was a one-off, something we’ll never be able to replicate. Maybe, but I have to know.
He searches my face, as if looking for clues about what I’ll do next, so I just go for it, no build-up and with such force that our jaws clash. We share open-mouthed kisses, and I’m surprised by how quickly we’ve picked up each other’s rhythm, something that’s probably a big credit to Dax’s talents. I tease my tongue against his, and he eagerly reciprocates. Fuck, he feels good.
And there it is again—that quiet in the back of my mind.
Our kisses become more feral, and Dax cups my face, pulling me closer, then pushing with his chest until I’m against the stall. His hand slides up my crotch, feeling how hard he’s gotten me.
“You feel fucking amazing,” I confess into his mouth as I revel in the sensations he’s sparking through me.
“If you think my mouth is good at this, wait until you see what else it can do.”
I stop kissing him, and as I assess his face, he runs his bottom lip against mine.
“Fucking tease.” I’m surprised I blurted that, but there’s no backing out now. My chest, which was all tight and knotted up this morning, swells with excitement. Adrenaline surges through my veins.
Yes, this is a really shitty idea…
8
Dax
I can’t say this is what I expected to happen when I approached Miles in art class, but I’m certainly not complaining.
I haven’t hooked up with anyone in a while, though I’m not sure why. Again, maybe it goes back to everything and everyone feeling boring lately, like I’ve done it or done them all before, and something about Miles is…exciting again. All I know is I love the way his hard, fat cock feels against my palm, the way his hand had felt against my throat, and the taste of his talented tongue when our mouths collided.
“What are you waiting for? Get on your knees, then,” Miles orders, making my cock twitch in excitement. Sucking dick is one of my favorite things, and I’m very good at it.
I grin, his face twisting up slightly, the way it does sometimes when something I do confuses him. I think he likes my smile and doesn’t want to admit it, doesn’t want to acknowledge what it does to him.
“I’m going…” I press my lips to his mouth. “Just…” I kiss his neck. “Be…” I kneel on the floor, then shove up his T-shirt. “Patient.” Ignoring my throbbing dick, I make quick work of his jeans, getting them open and tugging them and his boxer trunks down. Miles is packing—a big, juicy cock, swollen and red, thick, fat veins pulsing beneath his skin. Precum already beads at the tip, his balls heavy and full. I cup them, savor the weight of them in my palm.