Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Do you think everybody knows?” I asked. “Marco? Aldo and Aaron? The people in the office?”
Kage shrugged. “Would it bother you if they did?” His tone was noncommittal, but I knew better. His question was as loaded as they came. We’d already been down a similar road at my parents’ house, so I knew just how ugly things could get if I gave the wrong answer.
But there was still a lot of anger festering inside me, and it was hard to keep it in.
“Well, I guess it really won’t matter after I go back to school, will it? Then I won’t be Michael Kage’s whore anymore. I’ll just be Jamie Atwood, mediocre Journalism major.”
He didn’t answer. Just kept that maddeningly neutral posture, resting back with his eyes closed, face slack. His lips were parted, helping him drag in shallow breaths of the hot air. He could have been napping.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, sweat beginning to drip from our faces, then Kage finally sat up and looked at me. “How much do you think semen weighs?” he asked. “Like just a regular load of semen.”
“Kage, I’m not blowing you in the sauna with your coach and a bunch of other fighters right outside the door.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to be practical. As long as I’m shedding water weight, I might as well get that out, too. Ought to be worth at least a few ounces.”
“Shut up.” I punched him lightly in the arm, but even in his weakened state, his reflexes were far better than mine. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. Then he proceeded to kiss my brains out. With the added heat, it was hard to breathe. His lips tasted like salty sweat, but I didn’t mind one bit. When he got done licking and sucking and tasting, I didn’t have a single thought left in my head, much less about how we were supposed to be avoiding personal contact until after the fight.
Kage reached down and grabbed my dick through the borrowed swim trunks, started to massage it roughly. Yep, this was definitely getting personal.
“When are you leaving?” he asked, still groping me, making it hard to think.
I blinked a couple of times. When my brain was finally able to process what he’d asked, I was surprised. I suppose I’d expected something a little more sexually-oriented.
“Oh. Eight weeks. Summer break is half over. Why?”
He worked my obscenely erect dick out of my trunks and began to stroke. “Because you and I have got a lot to do between now and then. I don’t know if eight weeks is long enough to fuck you as many times and in as many ways as I want to.” He stroked the shaft at a slow and easy pace, not like he was trying to make me come, but rather just get me as hard as possible. “It’s just my ego, you know? I’ve got this insane idea that if you can go a day without aching to be fucked by me, then I haven’t done my job.”
“Ahhh…” I groaned, then sucked in a sharp breath, bucking up into his hand. “Kage, if I walk out of here this hard, Marco will castrate me. You know that, right? He will actually cut my dick off.”
“As long as he doesn’t crazy glue your ass shut, we’ll still be good to go.”
“Shut up.” I laughed against my will. “I’m serious.”
“Hmmm, you’re probably right. Your rock hard dick poking out of Marco’s swim trunks would not go over well. Lucky for you, I know a way to get it to go down.” He reached onto the seat beside him and checked the timer on his cell phone. “Oh, yeah. We’ve still got ten minutes in here. That’s plenty of time.”
“Kage—”
But he’d already bent his head and wrapped his lips around my cock. The wet heat of his mouth had never felt as good as it did that day in the sweltering sauna. Sweat dripped from his hair onto my thighs and belly as he worked expertly up and down my straining shaft. Marco and the others outside were completely forgotten as Kage stripped away my inhibitions, sucking me like it was his only care in the world. I tried not to make a sound, I really did. But within a minute, he had me grunting and begging for more.
“God, Kage. Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah. Just. Like That.” I don’t know if it was the heat or what, but I got aggressive. Usually it was Kage who was dominant, and I only existed to please him, but this time it was different.
I tried to run my fingers through his hair, but the topknot hindered me, so I ripped the band out and worked his hair loose, my breath catching in my throat at the way it framed his gorgeous face so perfectly. He was truly the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. My eyes devoured his features, caught on that full, wanton mouth I was dying to fuck.