Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I move my hand up and my fingers land on his nipple. I give it a pinch, feeling the metal of the barbell and toying with it. My cock throbs, fueled by the sheer knowledge that I’m no longer holding back from touching him wherever I want to.
“When did you get this?” I ask him, my voice coming out in an almost combative tone.
“When I wanted it.”
“Never had any piercings when you used to come over and swim in our pool.”
I run my fingers over it again and I love how his nipple tightens under my touch. His head tilts backward, just a little.
“Didn’t know you made a habit of looking at my body back then, Noah.”
I pinch him tight again. “Does it hurt?”
“It feels fucking amazing, frat boy. Do it harder.”
As I’m tightening my pinch he catches me off guard.
I feel his hand close around the bulge at the front of my pants, and the sudden sensation floods my body with heat.
I moan involuntarily the moment he grips around my cock through the fabric. I can feel my cheeks going hot and I should be embarrassed, but it feels too good to care right now.
I swallow, averting my gaze for a second before I can meet his eyes again.
“I like piercings,” I finally admit to him. “When girls have them, I mean.”
“Seems like you like a lot of things that I have.”
I drop my hand from his chest right away.
I’m working too hard to try to remain normal.
Nothing about this is normal.
I feel the defenses rising in me again, like I’ve suddenly remembered I’m still in an unfinished battle between us.
“I don’t like you,” I tell him. “I just need to get off, and my dry spell is making me fucking insane, apparently. Quit acting like it’s anything different.”
He squeezes my cock again and the warmth is unbearable.
I want to fuck into his fist. I need to come so badly it’s a deep ache in my chest, and Torin’s eyelashes keep moving as he looks over me.
His jawline, his hair, his fucking cheekbones. It’s all too much.
“Then quit talking,” he says.
Before I can say anything more, Torin closes the space between us again.
His cock is up against mine, separated only by the fabric of our pants. I can feel the outline and the warmth of his erection.
He leans in close and my heart skips as I see his eyes this near to mine.
His lips brush against mine.
You can’t fucking kiss me.
I can’t breathe. I can’t even think.
No.
Fuck no.
The moment stretches out until it feels like it’s going to snap, but when he ruts his cock up against mine again, my mouth involuntarily drops open against his.
He doesn’t hesitate as he catches my open mouth in a kiss.
And suddenly, all at once, his tongue is on mine. In my fucking mouth.
The breath is stolen from my lungs as I feel the slick heat of it that surges downward and makes my cock throb.
His lips.
On mine.
And I need more so fucking badly.
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Torin
Noah lets out a completely fucking irresistible sound when I slide my tongue along his.
And when he actually starts to kiss me back—really kiss me back, not just following my movements but opening for me like he’s desperate—I realize that Noah is going to be a whole lot more fun than I bargained for.
He moans into my mouth as I cradle the back of his head, and at first I think it’s a protest.
But then he relaxes into me, his hips bucking forward to grind his cock against mine like he can’t help himself.
He’s melting into me.
Finally giving into what he’s been dancing around for the last few fucking weeks, in fluid, warm motions that make up a teasing, back-and-forth kiss that I never could have expected out of him.
For a few beats, he’s lost himself to the current, and his body is pliant against mine.
Then he seems to remember who he is.
After kissing me for a while like he was losing himself in my mouth, his palm slides up my chest and then lands up against my throat.
Oh, you sweet fucking summer babe, thinking that’s going to bother me.
He grips my throat with his hand, giving me a gentle pressure while I keep kissing him through it. I bring up my knee between his legs again to help pin him in place even better, pushing my leg up against the inside of his thigh.
He grips tighter at my throat and for a moment the lack of breath makes my skin tingle.
How long have you wanted this?
Was there some dark, twisted corner of his mind that fantasized about having his way with his future stepbrother, even if he wouldn’t dare to experiment with any other guy?
He’s always been so hostile with me that it’s stunning to see that intensity channel into pure desire now.