Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I glanced at the screen again, and now one of the dudes was on all fours, being rimmed.
“Ah, hell,” I said, the words slipping from my mouth.
“Do you like that?” Morgan asked, his brashness surprising me again.
“Rimming someone is fucking hot.” It wasn’t that we’d never talked about sex, we’d just never rehashed the finer details. Not like this.
“Jesus Christ.” Morgan’s eyes practically rolled in the back of his head, and I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so turned on.
“I’m assuming you love a tongue in your ass?”
“Fuck yes.” The whimper in his throat made my balls tingle. “It feels so good.”
“Holy hell, I’m not sure that’s a visual I need right now.” I’d seen his ass on more than one occasion. It was tiny and firm, and Christ, now I couldn’t help thinking about parting his cheeks and having a look at his hole. “I’m about to unload. My nuts are so full.”
“Do it,” he said in a daring tone, and fuck if that didn’t egg me on.
“So. Close.” I groaned, spreading my legs to get more of myself in hand, and he did the same, obviously feeling it too. I loved how free he looked. How he was letting go in front of me.
He palmed his nuts with his other hand, and at this point, the porn was abandoned, though the sound of bare flesh slapping together certainly made for a good backdrop. Morgan’s eyes were firmly on me now, his gaze narrowed to my fist choking my cock, and I was nearly desperate to know all the stray thoughts floating through his head.
As I watched him, I felt spirals of sensation winding around my sac and zinging through my spine. Then came that exquisite moment where everything went still, the pleasure suspended before the dam finally broke. When our eyes met, he could see it too—that I was right on the precipice. His lips trembled, his strokes sloppy like he was right there as well, and I felt more connected to him than ever before, which was pretty damned trippy.
“Ah, fuck, I’m coming!” I screwed my eyes shut just as I felt my jizz spurting over my hand and splashing over my abdomen.
I heard Morgan’s deep moan and opened my eyes in time to see him shudder, arch his back, and unload all over his hand, soaking the hair at his groin. And fuck, it was so hot, my dick jerked in my hand, an extra shot spurting from my balls.
The room grew quiet as the porn scene ended, and we panted openly, floating back down to earth. Instead of waiting for regret to seep in, I reached for a towel from an earlier shower and wiped myself off, then tossed it to him.
“Elliot…” Morgan swiped at his abdomen, his voice groggy.
“Please don’t, not yet, maybe not ever. I couldn’t bear it if you thought we’d ruined—”
“I was only gonna ask if I could crash in your bed.” The words sounded thick on his tongue, and his eyes were slits. Holy fuck, the guy just wanted to sleep.
I opened the covers, my heart thumping wildly at how adorable he looked right then. “C’mere.”
He didn’t even wait, just crawled toward the other side of the bed. He was sleep-warm and completely bare, which had never happened before. I didn’t bother pulling my boxers on either. I just cut the lights, curled my arm over his hip, and went to sleep.
8
Morgan
The night Elliot and I jerked off together was still prominent in my mind because, duh, I watched my best friend come and he watched me. But had we not made an effort to resume our normal routine the following morning, life would be way more awkward between us. It still felt a bit tense, not gonna lie, because it’d been hot and my mind was logging all sorts of different scenarios, but no way was I going to jeopardize the one amazing relationship in my life.
Besides, I had other things to worry about as my brother’s wedding drew nearer, and one of my groomsmen duties was happening in just a few hours. Which meant I’d have to face Dawson for the first time since he and Ryan graduated from college.
And apparently, Elliot was super good at reading my moods.
“You look nervous,” he said as we took off toward campus. “Did you forget to study for a test, Mr. Perfect Score? You never bomb, so don’t sweat it.”
“I’ll have you know I’ve never gotten a perfect score on a test. Okay, maybe once or twice,” I conceded, and Elliot snickered. “And I guess you caught me. We have the tux fittings tonight.”
His feet faltered as we crossed the street. “That’s tonight? You haven’t said anything about it.”
“Maybe because it’s no big deal, or it shouldn’t be.” I sighed. “I should be more worried about organizing Ryan’s bachelor party. But here I am, freaking about something that’s gonna take an hour tops.”