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)
I spit into my hand, stroking my dick as he pistons his hips, railing me the way I crave. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll last long, though I wish this could last forever.
He changes the angle, and it’s exactly what I need. “Fuck, right there. Just like that.” I stroke faster, my vision blurring.
“Look at this ass, taking my cock like it was made for it. Was your ass made for my dick, Dax?”
“Yes, God yes,” I say just before my whole world explodes, my orgasm splintering me apart. “Fuck. So good. So goddamned good.”
“Me too. Fuck, me too. Gonna give it all to you.” His hold on me changes, feels different as he pumps through his orgasm, pushing spurt after spurt of cum inside me. “Be good and take it all,” he tells me as I collapse onto my stomach. Miles follows me down, working into me all the jizz he can get. “There you go. You’re gonna be all full for me today.”
“Yes,” I say, wishing like hell I had time for a nap.
Miles chuckles like he can read my mind, then kisses my shoulder.
If I could, I wouldn’t leave this bed for the rest of the day.
23
Miles
Fuck, I’m on edge, and I blame Dax.
If he hadn’t been such a good slut this morning, my cock wouldn’t be straining in my pants right now. You’d think the fuck we had, knowing he’s stuffed with my cum, would have been good enough, but it’s never enough with him. And I don’t know why, but it’s stressing me out as I head to the bachelor auction with Tatum and Caleb.
“Ooh, who are we betting on?” Caleb asks as he drives us to the venue.
“Who are you betting on at a bachelor auction?” Tatum asks. “Did you need to tell us something?” He reaches over from the passenger seat, resting his hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “It’s okay. This is a safe space. Your secret is safe with us.”
“The fuck?” Caleb says with a laugh. “I meant we as in ‘who are we excited to see tonight?’ You know?”
“Sounds like you’re not even trying to make sense,” Tatum insists.
“Miles, back me up here.”
I get what he means, but I’m on edge enough to be a dick, so I say, “Nope. Not a clue what you’re talking about.”
Caleb grunts. “Whatever.”
“I’ve got my eye on that Sigma Alpha—Keegan,” Tatum says. “He’s a hottie.”
“Is he not seeing that guy…what’s his name?” Caleb asks.
“Jaxon,” I pipe up.
“Yeah, that’s the guy.”
Tatum sighs. “They’re buddies. And a bunch of straights.”
“Keeg’s straight,” Caleb says. “Jaxon’s bi. Also, why did you say straight like that? One of your friends happens to be a straight.”
“Eh, I guess we’re still hoping it’s a phase.”
Caleb sneaks me a smirk in the rearview mirror. “Well, it might help me with my sex life.”
“Hey, that’s queerphobic,” I snap.
Caleb’s expression twists up. “How is that queerphobic?”
“You’re saying the queer guys are a bunch of whores.”
“No…I’m saying these two queer guys in the car with me are whores.”
Tatum turns to me, shrugging because…yeah, we do like to fuck.
Tatum’s gaze shifts quickly. “Whoa.”
“What?” I ask, figuring I might’ve gotten some of the Hot Pockets I shoved down my throat for lunch on my pants, but it’s just my erection.
“Speaking of whores, Caleb, you might have to pull over. I need to drain Miles real quick.”
It’s clear he’s joking, but I say, “Fuck off,” way too seriously.
“Ooh, someone’s in a mood,” he says.
He’s not wrong. Still, I insist, “No I’m not,” earning a playful glare.
I’d be a lot less moody if this dick was inside Dax. What am I saying? I was just in him this morning. How much ass could I possibly need?
Although, I know it’s not just ass I want.
It’s his ass.
When we reach the hotel where the auction is taking place, Caleb parks, and there’s a line outside.
“It’s never this busy,” Caleb observes as we’re heading through the parking lot.
He’s right. Since they started this thing a few years ago, it’s steadily grown, but this is by far the biggest turnout they’ve had.
Fuck, my stomach is in knots. I’m starting to wonder if we made a bad batch of pancakes this morning, which is hard to believe because they were so damn good.
As we approach the line, Caleb leads us over to a small group of Zeta Taus and Phi Lambdas. I recognize one of the guys—he’s the sort you can’t miss. Six feet something, fit, blond, and blue-eyed. The sort of guy who could tell any goddamn awful joke, and everyone will put on a production worthy of the drama department as they laugh like he’s God’s gift to humankind. As if reading my mind, his crew suddenly breaks into laughs, and I hate to admit they seem genuinely impressed with him.
Hot and with a sense of humor? Nah. Not buying it.