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 hold my breath.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m still clutching Torin close like I’m holding on for my life.
Torin’s eyes rake over me in a heated gaze, and my chest goes hot.
Torin leans in and sucks a kiss onto my neck, even now while Roman could look up at any second.
This can’t be happening.
This cannot be real.
He leans back, then looks down at the front yard with a nod.
“Think he’d like watching me fuck you?” Torin whispers.
I pinch his waist, praying to every god that he’ll shut the hell up.
I face away from him, trying not to move too much in case I make noise.
I hear the sound of Torin ripping open a condom packet behind me and the crinkling of the wrapper before he tosses it back into my room.
“Fuck. Shut up,” I mouth to him, glancing back down at Roman.
Just keep walking, Roman.
Just fucking go.
I tense up as Torin moves behind me, spreading my ass, and if I thought there was a war in my mind before, now it’s gone completely nuclear, tearing me between two poles of arousal and code-red panic.
Torin is certifiably out of his fucking mind.
I can feel the tip of his cock pressing up against my hole and he’s doing it knowing that Roman could look up at any moment.
Knowing that some sick, twisted part of me won’t stop him.
And the first feeling of his cock pushing onto my hole, not even in yet, is unreal.
Some invisible scales tip inside me, and it’s like every sense of good judgment inside me suddenly evaporates.
Fuck it. What’s done is done.
If he sees, he sees.
Let him tell the whole fucking house.
Tell the whole school, for all I care. I need Torin’s cock and I don’t give a fuck what that means, anymore.
Finally, he walks off down the street.
And the moment he’s gone, Torin pushes the beginning of his cock head past my tight hole.
16
Torin
“You okay?” I ask Noah.
“Oh, God,” he utters as I ease up on the pressure with my tip, allowing him a moment to collect himself before I destroy him.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes, I’m okay. But I’ll be a lot better once you finally fuck me, so what are you waiting for?”
He’s finally not whispering anymore.
A warmth blooms through my chest.
He’s not scared anymore. Noah really is more similar to me than I ever knew.
Only one thought shot through my mind as Roman nearly caught us: sorry, not sorry. At all.
I was ready for Noah to collapse into a heap, though, and I probably would have even comforted him through it if he freaked out. I was ready to call off the whole thing if Noah was too thrown, but he’s…
More ravenous than he’s ever been.
The chance of getting caught only made you more desperate to be fucked.
Never, ever change, Noah.
Even though we can still see the red of Roman’s umbrella slowly walking off down the street, I’m not waiting.
I give Noah my tip again, pushing slowly but steadily, watching my cock sink into his tight ring of muscle from behind. More and more of my head starts to disappear inside him, and when it gets to the fattest part, I feel him tense up.
“Gotta relax, Noah,” I tell him. “I need to fuck you very hard tonight, so you have to be ready for it.”
“Told you I’m ready,” he says, but I can hear the pain he’s trying to hide under his voice.
“You’re doing so well,” I utter, the last three words punctuated by my breaths.
I pause for a few beats, feeling him tighten and then relax around me.
“Give it to me,” he breathes, and I throb inside him.
“This is going to hurt.”
I push my tip fully inside and it slides in a little faster, past the ridge.
Noah moans so loud that it seems like he doesn’t give a fuck anymore who could hear from the street. He’s become completely mine, and that knowledge is like a delicious surge throughout my entire body.
He’s so tight it’s like a constrictor around my cock, and I have to take a deep breath.
“I can take it,” he whispers to me a moment later, and as I squeeze around his hips I wonder if he’s just trying to please me or if that’s really the truth.
He’s willing to work through the pain for the promise of what I can give him.
Because he wants to be very, very good for me.
But I’m aware he needs to adjust to my size.
My eyes are glued to every move he makes, especially the way his body tenses up when my cock is too big for him at first. But then the way he slowly relaxes into it.
His back arches in an obscene way. Just a long stretch of smooth skin in front of me, with his ass at the bottom just begging to be split the fuck open.