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)
So tight around me.
Tighter and warmer than anything I’ve ever felt.
He grips the back of my neck and his fingers push against my ass as I come, spilling a string of curses as I lose control.
It was his goddamn lips against my neck.
It happens too fast.
Far too fast.
And the moment it’s over I’m already craving a next time, and a next time, and a time after that.
Addicted from the first goddamn moment I felt an inch of my cock push past the tight ring of his hole.
I’d never been so physically close to anyone, but I’d also never felt so intimate, either.
It’s a strange thing.
Niko Berlant usually feels like a distant creature, to me, like there’s always some portion of him that will remain a shadowy mystery to me.
But for that brief time, we were completely together.
In unison, like our bodies became more than two separate things.
We’ve never kissed, even though we’ve gone much further than kissing. When I felt his mouth against my neck, it was so sensitive I couldn’t stop myself from coming.
If that’s how good his mouth feels on my skin…
I can’t even let myself think about what kissing Niko might be like right now.
I lean backward in bed and look down at him, his dragonfly necklace snaking down, the metal pressed against his chest.
I slowly slide out of him, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. Watching my own cum spill out of him is obscene, and the image of it is so hot that I know I’ll be making myself come to the thought of it later.
Suddenly I remember the camera’s still recording, and an urge overtakes me.
I grab it and hold it in front of me, focusing on Niko’s ass and his cock, still hard and so goddamn perfect resting against his lower abdomen.
“Fuck. Stay right there,” he utters, wrapping his hand around himself.
And I watch as he starts to stroke himself again.
“You look disgustingly good,” I tell him.
His lashes flick down, then up again. “Next time I come, it’s going to be in your ass.”
“Do it right now. Think I can’t take it?”
He moans, a small smile coming over his lips. “Nope. I’m going to make you wait for that. You’re getting a different kind of gift right now.”
I don’t know what he means by that, but suddenly I have that surreal feeling again like I’m watching one of his videos yet it’s right here in front of me.
I reach out and grip his thigh with one hand while filming.
Like I’m reaching out and touching a fantasy.
He arches his back a little as I run my fingertips along the edge of his huge tattoo.
“Knew you were my number one fan,” he whispers, and I can tell he’s close from the way his breath is a little broken.
“You’re the one who’s about to come for me. You know what? I changed my mind.”
“What did you change your mind about?”
I bite down on my lower lip then let it go, reaching for the toy again. I slowly push it inside him.
“We’re not calling this off.”
Something flashes in his eyes, and his breath hitches. “Is that right?”
I push the toy deeper, leaning in.
“We’re still going to fake it. And you’re going to pretend to be my boyfriend while I treat you so well you’ll wish you still had me after the New Year’s party.”
He lets out a groan as I shove the toy in again as far as it goes.
“Fuck, Ashford—”
A moment later he’s coming, shooting white up onto his stomach because of me.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
Getting to watch him.
The object of my fantasies for a long while now, losing it because of things I’m doing. I get to see the expression on his face as he loses control. It’s just another thing I’ve never gotten to see before.
No one on his private account gets to see his face.
That’s just for me.
A white streak of his cum lands on my arm as I’m holding the phone camera just above him. As he catches his breath, I finally tap the button on the camera screen to stop recording, and I put it down on the table.
I expect him to revel in this.
To act like he’s won, now that I’ve told him the truth.
But instead, it’s like he’s gotten spooked the moment he finishes.
There’s a haunted look in the ice blue of his eyes, and his expression’s unreadable once he catches his breath. He brings a hand down to rest on mine and gently guides me off of the toy inside him. He pulls it out, then stands up.
“I need to grab a shower,” he tells me. “You might want to wash your sheets, unless you like sleeping covered in cum.”
He grabs his phone and his clothes nearby, balls them up, and covers his bulge with it.