Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Alex’s hips bucked at the same time his grip on me intensified. “Shit.” The back of his head hit the door again. “I can’t hold off. Your cock feels too damn good against mine. I gotta come. Tell me you’re close.”
The way he cared if I was there, too, made an unfamiliar gooey warmth spread through my chest. “Yeah,” I rasped. “I’m fucking close. Do it. Come all over us.”
“Oh fuck.”
My eyes locked on his face as he jerked against me, and less than a second later, warmth filled my hand. Bliss overtook his expression, heavying his eyelids and giving him the hottest fucked-out look in his eyes. Damn, he was gorgeous when he came.
I used his load as additional lube, and two strokes later, I followed him over the cliff. Pleasure uncoiled from my center, shooting out my dick and joining the mess he’d made. I couldn’t help but spread our combined release all over our dicks, coating us from tip to root. If it was too weird, too intimate, Alex didn’t say. He merely sagged against the door with a satisfied grin.
“So this is a pretty sweet apartment you got yourself.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Glad you think so. The welcoming committee doesn’t offer this VIP service to just anyone.”
He tensed. Goddammit, I could have kicked myself. What the hell did I even mean by that?
After clearing his throat, Alex glanced down. “You, uh, gonna let me go at some point?”
I blinked. Shit. I still had our cocks in my hands like a fucking creeper or someone too enamored to let go. “Sorry,” I said as I released them and took a step back.
“Mind if I use the bathroom to clean up? I got class in an hour and can’t really show up like this,” he said, indicating his sticky cock.
“Yeah, of course. Whatever you need.”
“Thanks.” He yanked his pants up high enough to walk, then headed off to my powder room without another word.
I took his vacated spot, resting against the door.
What the hell were we doing? What the hell was I doing saying things someone would say to a boyfriend? Alex was probably in the bathroom making himself vomit. If there was one thing I knew, it was that Alex might enjoy getting off with me, but he didn’t like me. He’d made that clear for years, not that I didn’t deserve it. However, the conundrum I found myself in now was that I did like him.
I liked him a lot.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ALEX
Over the next few weeks, I made a series of poor decisions.
Every one of them involved Ryder and his cock.
I couldn’t stay away. I’d become an addict, crawling back for another hit time and time again, despite the destructive nature of my actions.
The habit began the day I tagged along to sign Ryder’s apartment lease. After he’d taken us both in hand and tugged us to an explosive finish, I’d realized two things. One, getting off with another man on the regular was a million times better than biting my lip as I hid under my covers to quietly take care of business alone, and two, I didn’t hate Ryder like I used to.
In fact, I might even like him.
Once I’d cleaned our combined cum off my sated dick that day, I’d exited the bathroom to find him waiting in the hallway, jeans up but unbuttoned and shoulder propped against the wall. His eyes had been heavy with satisfied fatigue, and his half-smile had given me the absurd urge to press my lips to his. Only the fact that I’d come my brains out three minutes before kept me from reaching for him again.
“Truce?” He’d said as I’d walked up to him.
“What?”
He shrugged, then motioned back and forth between us. “This is fun. You’re hot, and we’re good together like this. We’re not friends, but if we call a truce, we can quit hating each other’s guts and enjoy fucking around.”
I’d cocked my head and scanned his face for sincerity. “A truce, huh?” The offer was perfect. We could avoid any in-depth discussion about our past contentious relationship and keep hooking up. More importantly, I wouldn’t have to admit the deep-seated hatred I’d harbored for him had evaporated. We could go on and skip any of the emotional bullshit I didn’t have time for or interest in.
And I’d get orgasms.
He shrugged. “Why not?”
There were reasons. Many reasons, but none of them came to me right then. Probably because he’d drained half my brain power through my balls. “Works for me.” I’d said with an answering shrug, all nonchalant as though my insides weren’t throwing a party.
Since that day, we’d gotten each other off as often as possible anywhere we could. Granted, we usually only found time once or twice a week, but it beat how often I was getting it before by a mile. After work, before our shifts, in the back seat of his snazzy car, and one other time at his apartment. Whenever we could sneak away and not be missed or discovered, we took advantage.