Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“What?” Gary drops his head backward and laughs. “I’m not answering that. Hell, I don’t even know.”
Well, that’s a damn shame. “Fine. I’ll let that one pass. Tell me why you’re such a beast when we fuck, but you had mediocre sex with Peter.”
He hasn’t straight up come out and said that to me, but he makes it obvious. Otherwise he wouldn’t be so surprised by the way he goes at it with me.
His cheeks flush pink and he turns his head. I hook a finger beneath his chin and turn his head so he’s facing me again. “You skipped my last question; you’re not skipping this one. I don’t care if I have to force it out of you.” I nod my head at him as though I’m waiting for him to test me. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want, Gary.”
His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Jesus, that kind of got my dick hard.”
“Only kind of?” I reach down and grab his stiff cock, but only briefly because I’m really not going to let him skip out on this question. “Tell me.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know…I guess I just didn’t feel comfortable letting loose with Peter.”
Huh. I didn’t expect that…and I don’t fully understand it either. “But you feel comfortable with me? We hardly knew each other the first time we fucked.” In a lot of ways, we hardly know each other now, but it doesn’t feel that way. Somehow, I feel like I get Gary and like maybe he could get me.
“Maybe that’s why, because I hardly knew you. Or maybe it’s because you’re so fucking sexual or I’m so attracted to you. I don’t know why it is, I just know that I feel that way, which surprises me. How you can intimidate me and yet make me feel confident at the same time.”
I’m not sure how much I like everything he just said to me. “I intimidate you?”
“Not like that.” He waves his hand in the air as though I’m being ridiculous. “Not like I’m scared of you. I just mean because you’re so sexy, and you have the perfect body. You’re confident and experienced and everyone wants you. You’re so damned gorgeous, how could I not be intimidated by you?”
My pulse speeds up in a way I’m not familiar with. I’ve had too many men to count tell me I’m attractive, but it feels different coming from him. “Stop selling yourself short. You’re sexy as hell. You keep my dick hard. I want to toss you around and fuck you every time I see you. Hell, I’m not even screwing anyone else, and I’m satisfied. You need to give yourself more credit.”
He looks away, and I let him this time. The tension in the room switches, changes into this awkward heaviness. I suddenly feel like lines are blurring between us, and it makes unease settle at the base of my spine. “Are you going to blow me or not?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
“Are you going to go?” he asks when he looks at me. Somehow, I know he means to the birthday party.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I answer honestly. “I don’t want to let my parents dictate what I do. Martin is my brother and I love him, but that’s what makes me feel like it’s best if I skip it. I don’t want to ruin his day.” My biggest fear is that I won’t be able to keep my cool and it will only hurt Martin and Liz. I also can’t believe I just told Gary that.
“You won’t,” he says softly. “You won’t ruin his day, not by being there. He wants you there, and you’ll keep your cool because you care about him, and that’s the kind of man you are.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. No one has said something like that to me before, especially not some guy I’m fucking. He sounds so confident in his words though, confident in me. I don’t know how I feel about that. “I’ll think about it,” I tell him, but it doesn’t feel complete there, so I add, “thank you.” Patting my lap, I say, “Come here. Straddle me.”
Gary moves swiftly and fluidly until he’s sitting on my lap, one leg on either side of me. Part of me feels like I need to get the fuck out of here. Like I need to put some space between us. This moment feels raw in a way I’m not used to. Still, I add, “Good boy. Now, kiss me.” Not sure if I’m going to stop it right after the kiss, teasing us both, or show him just how fucking hot his ass makes me.
I grab ahold of his waist. My hands are big around it. I glance down at his bulge, right before he does as I said—leans forward, and presses his mouth to mine.