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)
He pulls away and looks into my eyes.
Can’t he see everything that’s going on in my head right now? Can’t he tell how confused I am?
I can’t look at his face without saying, “You’re so beautiful, Travis.”
It’s not a compliment. It’s a realization that nothing I could ever do could make someone like this want a guy like me. Reminds me that Peter couldn’t have settled for me when he could have Evan.
He smirks like he’s proud of himself and kisses me some more. “I don’t fuck ugly,” he says between a kiss.
That’s not what I need to hear right now, and he must sense it because he pulls away again, those hazel eyes shimmering.
He moves his hand to my face, caressing his thumb across my cheek.
“Gary, I don’t know what Peter, or whoever it is, did to fuck you up like this, but I have the hardest time understanding what’s wrong in your head that you can’t see what everyone else sees.”
I know what he’s trying to get at, but I can’t handle a compliment right now. Not from him. Not when I’m so confused about what the hell is even going on between us.
I turn away to avoid those beautiful eyes of his, but he moves his hand to my chin and pulls on it so that I’m forced to look at him again.
“You’re gorgeous, Gary. And I’m not just talking about this hot body that all those guys were drooling over tonight.”
He moves in closer, whispering, “You’ve got everything. Beautiful face. Tight body. That ass…I can’t find any flaws with it.”
I chuckle, and I’m glad he made a joke because I needed it right now.
“But you’re actually a good person, too. I owe you the fucking world for everything you’ve done for me.”
“You helped me out, too.”
“But you didn’t do this just for you. I know that. You never had to say yes to helping with the fundraiser. I don’t like it when people help me because it makes me feel like I owe them something, but you never make me feel like there are conditions. Like you really want to help because you’re a good person. And it’s because you are. Thank you. You’re incredible.”
A powerful sensation sweeps through me as goose bumps prick across my flesh.
“Don’t say that,” I say.
“It’s true, and every time you doubt yourself…or you say something self-deprecating…it fucking…it makes me want to smack you until you get it into your dumb head just how special you really are.”
His lips are on mine in a moment.
Sweet, sensuous kiss.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, pressing me up against the door.
In the back of my mind, I keep replaying the conversation about how he didn’t care if I hooked up with that guy I brought onto the stage, but his words and this kiss…they promise so much. And it’s so easy to get lost in the moment.
He retrieves his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. We kiss, fondle, and undress each other on the way to the bedroom.
We’ve fucked a lot, but the sensations crawling through me tonight are so much more powerful than ever before.
Soon, we’re naked, my legs pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips.
I feel so safe with him. So comfortable.
Each kiss pulls me further away from all those worries that raced through my mind before as I become engrossed in this experience. In the pleasure. In everything that Travis is.
I kiss down to his chest, offering licks as I crawl down his body, until I’m at his hard cock.
So fucking hard.
I like it when it’s this hard because it makes me feel like he means it when he tells me I’m hot. Or beautiful.
I take it into my mouth, sucking and teasing the tip with my tongue, offering him the pleasure he deserves.
I pull it out for a moment to lick my fingers. I slide two between his cheeks and navigate them into his hole as I open my mouth and take his cock again.
His groan lets me know I’m doing a good job satisfying him.
It’s the only thing that reminds me of how fucked I am.
Fucked for how much I want this. For how much I want him.
I continue pleasuring him until my cock is too hard for me to resist. I pull back, a burning question on my mind. I force it out before I have a moment to second-guess myself: “Do you mind if I top you tonight?”
He tilts his head.
“Never mind.”
“What? No. That’d be great. I’m just surprised you asked.”
“Peter was always weird about it. I’d ask, but he was never all that excited about it.”
He grins. “I’d be happy to take that cock of yours.”
His invitation makes me smile. I fetch a condom and lube from the nightstand before readying myself. After working into him, he smiles before I descend, kissing him as I thrust.