Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Do couples do stuff like that?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “We’re the ones who are going to be boyfriends. We decide the rules. If it were up to me, I’d post videos of my cock pushing into your tight little fucking hole, too, but those things have to be kept private.”
“Niko,” he protests.
But he likes it.
He fucking likes it, and all I want to do is make him crazy.
I can tell by the way he already looks like he’d be willing to spread for me.
“You should have told me you were as crazy as me, Ollie.”
I look him over and my cock thickens.
Yeah.
That eager frat boy I was considering looking for earlier?
I think he’s right here.
4
Oliver
Oliver, watching Niko two weeks ago, Monday, 9:12pm
Username: Hercules2210
I watch Niko’s Dragonfly account and I see a man who has the whole world wrapped around his finger.
He posted a set of pictures where he’s in a leather Gladiator costume, his muscles filling out the straps in all the right places.
His cock is out, resting up against his lower stomach.
In one picture, he’s positioned the camera right between his legs.
“You know this is where you belong,” the caption reads.
And it’s all I think about as I lose control.
Niko turns to gently close my bedroom door, and I watch him from behind, feeling like I’m about to vibrate off this plane of existence.
What the fuck did I just do?
I watch him like I’m studying the person who’s about to destroy me.
And I’m so turned on I practically feel like I’m in restraints, being teased and tortured by someone who knows a whole lot more about sex than I do.
Is it possible to want something so much, for so long, that you disintegrate the moment there’s a possibility it might happen?
Is something going to happen tonight?
With fucking Niko Berlant, of all people?
One of Niko’s other new tattoos is a rose on the back of his upper arm. The red ink shifts a little as he moves to cross his arms. Tendrils of his black hair curl at the ends, and I think of every time I’ve watched him rake his fingers through that hair in videos.
I’m hard just from looking at his fucking arm.
I’ve been achingly hard since he seemed to know, just from intuition, how badly I want to be fucked.
I’m overheating now. I’ve gone too far into territory that I definitely don’t belong in.
Focus.
Just chill out.
I throw off my jacket and loosen my tie to pull it off, then I start to unbutton my shirt. I shove it off and root through my dresser drawers for a T-shirt.
Niko’s silent now, but I see that same liquid fire in his eyes when he turns to look at me again.
“So the freckles are all over your body,” he muses, almost like he’s talking to himself.
I turn backward, looking at him over my shoulder.
He’s looking at my bare back, his eyes dancing over my skin.
I give him the finger. “I don’t have that many freckles. Seems like you’re the one who’s obsessed with me, not the other way around.”
He bites his thumb, then finally tears his gaze away from my skin. “Mmm. I have a question. How did you really find my Camboy account, boyfriend?”
My skin goes molten again when he calls me that word.
Boyfriend.
Something no one’s ever called me before… and it’s coming from his lips.
I clear my throat and try to remember how to speak.
“I’ve been addicted to that dumb site for years,” I tell him. “Noticed your tattoo in a thumbnail and the rest is history.”
I’m putting a hand through one arm of the fresh T-shirt when I suddenly feel his hand close around my wrist.
“Keep your shirt off,” he says softly.
I pause and look at him.
“What?”
He pulls at my arm, bringing me closer to him. He tilts his head to one side, looking at my chest, then my abs, and back up to my eyes. He loosens his grip on my wrist, but keeps his hand there.
“I’ll be your boyfriend for the winter parties. But I want things, too.”
His hand moves an instant, putting his palm firmly against the front of my chest. All at once, he pushes me backward until my ass lands on the edge of my bed.
Oh God.
Holy fuck.
Suddenly he’s above me.
Straddling me again, but this time it’s very different than our fight downstairs. I swallow hard, trying to breathe evenly as my world is filled with him.
He towers over me in this position.
Like I’m a supplicant and he’s my king.
His legs are warm and heavy on top of my thighs. The mattress sinks under our weight, and Niko’s surrounding my whole field of vision for the second time tonight.
I realize it like a jolt through my whole fucking body.
I want him.
I’ve wanted him since the first fucking time he gave me that icy look during our first game against each other.