Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He let his thumb slide out across my lower lip again, and then let go of me, reaching over to turn off the camera.
And then he leaned in, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to my lips.
I moaned involuntarily. I felt like I was melting into a cloud.
He was kissing me, even after I’d already come, and the video was over.
“Well, that was fucking hot,” Chase said as he leaned up an inch, hovering above my lips for a moment.
I wanted to lean up and capture his mouth in mine again, to pull him in close and squeeze his whole body against mine. He had just fulfilled a dozen desires of mine in about twenty minutes flat, and he’d been single-handedly making my fantasies come true since the moment I met him.
I really did have a crush on him. The blue of his eyes was even more luminous when he was this close to my face, the sunlight from the window shining on him.
You can’t fall for someone who doesn’t want to fall for anyone.
The warning slid through my mind and then evaporated. And then, all at once, the gaze that Chase had been holding—the longing that I swore I saw in his eyes, too, all snapped away in an instant.
He blinked. Then leaned back, stood up, and walked away.
I was naked, covered in my own mess, and exhausted as Chase hopped up and crossed over to my bathroom. He came back with tissues and wiped me clean like I was some sort of paid actor and he was here to take care of me.
It still felt good.
Really good, even if I would have preferred tackling him onto the floor and making out with him for an hour, getting to enjoy the first guy who had ever been physical with me.
But I knew I shouldn’t focus on that. My crush would go away eventually. And even now, Chase was practically doting on me, even though I was just some random guy who had uploaded videos he liked. If someone had told me that one of my followers would end up in my room, jerking me off, I would have rolled my eyes so hard it would hurt. Those kinds of wild, cool things didn’t happen to me.
Until he came into my life, at least.
I was beyond lucky, and I knew I should be happy with what I had. Having Chase become part of my life at all was like winning the lottery, even if it was bound to be casual and brief.
After I was clean, Chase leaned back, and as he moved I felt his cock drag against my thigh, through the fabric of his jeans.
Whoa.
He was hard. Undeniably very, very hard, just like I had been a minute ago.
And in an instant, I was like a drooling dog again, wanting to beg him to be closer to me again.
“I want to get you off,” I said, wishing I didn’t sound desperate. “Can I get you off?”
He shrugged. “You’re the star here, not me.”
“Chase,” I said, “I’ve come twice now in front of you. I have to give you something, too.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I really want to.”
He clicked his tongue. “Trust me, you’ve given me a lot.”
“Not enough.”
Fire ripped through my chest, unbidden. I sat up on my knees, closing the distance between us and crushing my lips to his again. I wasn’t thinking properly, but the problem was that I didn’t care to try right now.
He breathed out, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.
Was he finally giving himself permission?
“Adam,” he said softly.
“I know it’s not serious,” I finally said, trying to let him know I wasn’t getting carried away. “I know you don’t want… more. But don’t you want to come?”
His breath near my mouth was irresistible. His fingers gripped the small of my waist as he paused for a moment.
“Of course I want to come. Filming you turned me on so fucking much.”
“Then let yourself,” I said softly, leaning in to kiss below his ear.
“God, you feel good,” he murmured, squeezing his fingers harder around my waist. “I knew you would, when I watched your videos. But it’s even better than I imagined.”
“Can’t believe someone like you thought about me at all,” I said, leaning in to press another kiss to his lips before leaning back again, looking in his eyes.
“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean,” he said, looking from my eyes to my lips and back again. “You’re a catch. Beyond a catch. Successful, smart, and you look like Superman. I’m just a wild, hopeless artist who happened to land a job where I can stand behind a camera all day.”
It blew my mind that he would think he wasn’t a catch.
Chase was so dynamic. He said whatever he wanted to say, did whatever he wanted to do, and was so much more interesting than anyone I’d ever met. So colorful, in the most beautiful way.