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)
He doesn’t see me yet.
And holy cock.
I get an eyeful of the part of him that he probably least wants me to see.
He’s very hard, dusky pink and shockingly big. Fuck, he has a nice dick.
And my own cock throbs hard underneath my workout shorts.
Bad.
Very bad.
He’s standing at the edge of the tall, glass shower.
The bathroom is starting to steam up, and he has one hand firmly planted on the glass door while the other pumps along his cock.
“What are you doing getting off in my room, frat boy?” I finally say, my voice cutting through the sound of the shower.
His gaze snaps up to meet mine. His mouth drops open, and his expression almost looks pained.
“The fuck?” he whispers, but there’s a pleading look in his deep blue eyes. “Oh, God—”
Noah squeezes his eyes shut and his mouth drops open just a little as he pulls in a breath.
I set down my makeshift weapon on the countertop beside me.
Holy shit.
He’s…
He looks completely fucking shattered. And as he opens his eyes again I realize he’s desperate, past the point of no return.
“You’re about to come,” I murmur, keeping my gaze pinned on his.
It all happens in an instant.
A desperate, deep moan escapes his throat, and streaks of white cum shoot out from his tip a moment later.
Noah’s pupils are blown wide and his full, ruddy lips are parted. As he watches me it’s like I’m receiving a desperate, hypnotic plea straight from his mind.
Is he pleading for me to stop watching?
Or for me to stay?
Some of the streaks land on his hand and some go a little further upward, hitting the foggy glass of the shower wall.
“Damn,” I say softly, marveling at the mess he made.
I’m not a power-starved maniac, despite what Noah probably assumes.
But in fleeting moments where the balance of power does tip, and I find myself on the other side of someone who can’t control themselves?
Yeah.
I eat that up like I’m a fucking fiend.
The muscles of his chest move up and down rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes look wild as they stay locked on mine, some mixture of relief and building rage in his gaze.
He slowly loosens his grip on his dick and lets it hang free, still coated with cum on the tip.
“I’m so stupid,” he says under his breath.
“Not stupid,” I say, keeping my tone low. “Careless, maybe, but this is the first time I’m enjoying it.”
“Oh, God.”
“Do you always have cumshots that big? Or did you come harder because I was watching?”
I know he’ll hate that.
“Quit staring at my dick,” he says, before looking around like he’s witnessing a crime scene. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“Have you always liked showing off?”
He furrows his brow.
Suddenly, it’s like he’s remembered who he is, sliding right back into the years-long cold war between us.
“None of your fucking business,” he tells me.
I hum. “Noah, I’m not going to turn you gay or something just because you came for me. You can relax.”
“Don’t say it like that. I didn’t come for you.”
I turn toward the mirror, taking off my skin-tight workout shirt. His eyes travel downward to look me over, and he seems too confused right now to hide that he’s staring.
“Anyway,” I tell him. “Care to tell me why I found you in my hotel room looking like you owed it your cum?”
Around his friends, he’s always been Mr. Party All Goddamn Night, the center of attention and a social butterfly. But whenever I step into a room, Noah seems to short-circuit.
He’s certainly not a homophobe, because he has plenty of other bi, gay, and queer guys around him all of the time.
But I fuck with his head, a little.
Good.
He deserves a dose of reality.
“This isn’t your room,” he says.
He’s holding his hand over the front of his cum-covered cock now, as if I didn’t just see the thing in all its glory.
“Promise it is,” I tell him. “Check the closet in the other room and you’ll see my suitcase in it. The front desk gave you a key to this room?”
“Obviously. I’m in it.”
“Smartass,” I mutter. I glance behind me, over toward the next room through one of the large, arched doorways. “I guess there are two bedrooms in here. Did your dad intend for us to be in a suite?”
“He said he’d get me my own.”
“He told me that, too.”
Noah reaches into the shower. “My suite was supposed to be the kind with a door in between the adjoining rooms. The kind of door that locks. And I was going to be across from my brother, not you—”
I tilt my head to one side, still looking over his pecs and down to the profile of his ass. “Mm. Well. I’m your brother now, too. In a way.”
He turns back toward me, glaring at me again in a way that almost makes me wonder if he’s going to try to fight.