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)
So fucking much of it.
And being on the receiving end of his apparently ocean-deep well of lust only makes me wish we’d started sooner.
Fuck, it’s good.
Too good.
His hand at my neck, his cock, his fucking mouth—
All at once I pull back.
I need air, and it’s difficult to control my thoughts.
I break for a breath, leaning away from him. He keeps his palm steady on my neck. He releases some pressure, but still keeps it cupped under my jaw.
And God, somehow this is even worse.
He looks better than I’ve ever seen him.
His pupils are blown wide in the dark blue of his eyes.
His hair looks like a dark crown, a little messy and framing his face so nicely that I want to fuck it up even more.
And those perfect fucking lips.
Slightly parted still, and slick from our kiss.
Who needs to win the lottery when a straight boy is curious, crazy fucking hot, and has his hand around your neck?
“Should have claimed you like this years ago, Noah,” I whisper at him, knowing he can feel the vibrations of my voice on his palm, holding my neck. “Anytime I was over at your house. All you had to do was ask.”
He looks a little mad at me, but too turned on to care.
When he talks, it’s barely a whisper.
“Fuck you.”
“Is this your first time kissing a guy?” I ask him. “Because you seem pretty needy for it.”
He blinks. “You’re the one who kissed me, asshole.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He finally drops his hand away from my neck.
He looks down to my lips then back up again, a defiant look in his eye. “So what if it is my first time?”
Holy fuck, I really am his first.
I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and catch his mouth again with mine, and now I have no doubt in the world that he wants it just as badly as I do.
He’s almost relentless with the way he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer this time.
“You’re always so fucking demanding,” I say against his lips, breaking off before leaning in and biting his lower lip.
“Could say the same to you.”
“Noah Vancliff, always getting everything you want,” I murmur, punctuating the last three words with kisses. “Now I know what you really fucking want.”
“No you don’t.”
I call his bluff by sucking a kiss against his neck and making him moan for me all over again.
His cock is still throbbing against me, and when I look down I notice a tiny wet spot from his precum that’s leaked through the thin fabric of his pants.
I reach down and squeeze him there.
“Yeah,” I whisper, in a teasing sarcastic tone. “No clue in the world what you want. Not like it’s plainly obvious every time I look down at this.”
“Shut up,” he murmurs before coming in and catching me in a kiss, this time.
I’m rutting against him like a fucking animal now, too.
Noah has no clue how his entire existence is bait for me. Straight, curious, and so hungry and eager in a way that gets me rock hard whenever he crosses a line.
The most shocking thing of all is that Noah actually knows how to kiss. Noah, who’s uptight around me all the time. Who looks at me like he’d rather hurl a boulder in my direction than ever open up for me.
He used to hook up with a lot of girls, so it makes sense that he’s experienced with it, but I didn’t consider how well he would respond to me.
“Torin,” he says as I move to suck a kiss onto his neck again. “This isn’t part of the deal. You going to watch me come or not?”
I hum, sucking his skin a little harder beside his Adam’s apple. “I will.”
“Give me a hickey and I’ll kill you in your fucking sleep.”
“Relax.”
I move off of him, taking a step backward.
All of the contact, the warmth, the magnetic pull between us is suddenly paused, and I just watch him.
He stays pressed up against the dresser, running his fingers through his hair, looking more like I just fucked him than kissed him. His white T-shirt is so tight on his torso, and the tent at the front of his pants is like a beacon, betraying him, showing exactly how needy he is right now.
“Looks like you already have a little hickey,” I tell him. “Oops.”
“Fuck,” he says, running his hand over the part of his neck I kissed.
I’ve been wearing clothes for far too long.
I hook my fingertips into the waistband of my pants and shove them down, along with my boxer briefs.
My cock bobs free in front of me and Noah looks at it like he’s staring at a goddamn piece of candy.
Or maybe like he’s terrified?
Probably both.
I’m sure he’s used to looking away whenever another guy’s cock is exposed, but his eyes are glued to me.