Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Good.” Pike shot him a fond look. He dragged the video forward again. “We’ll skip the oral since you’re already getting an A in that class and the rimming as that’s more of the graduate-level—”
“Show me.” Zack totally wasn’t confessing that he wasn’t entirely sure what rimming was. He could make a good guess, but he wanted to see.
“Okay, but you absolutely don’t have to try it. Plenty of guys don’t really like giving it—”
“Just push Play already.” Zack bumped shoulders with him.
Rimming turned out to be the bigger guy licking the smaller guy’s ass, which was about what Zack had figured. But what he hadn’t figured on was how seeing it would make him feel—hot and needy and restless. It was dirty. And kind of wrong. And hot as hell, especially the way they were both into it, the guy doing the licking not hesitating at all, spreading the other guy’s cheeks and going to town on the tight pucker of his ass.
“Hell. I can’t decide which one I want to be.” Zack’s cock was painfully hard, cutting off blood flow to his few remaining brain cells, and he didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until Pike laughed.
“We’ll make a switch out of you yet, toppy-ass.” Pike rubbed his back. “And trust me, both are fun if you’re with someone who’s into it.”
Zack was pretty sure he could get into it. The guy on the screen getting licked moaned and wiggled, hands grabbing the sheets on the bed they were on now.
“He needs to hold him down better,” Zack mused, half forgetting that Pike was still there.
Pike made a strangled sound. “You would think that. Sure. Pin him to the mattress while you rim him.”
Huh. Zack wasn’t really picturing himself with the dark-haired guy in the porn scene at all—it was him and Pike that he kept seeing, and he was definitely into pinning Pike’s wriggly ass down. The porn guy? Eh. Porn dude could have the tan guy eating his ass. He didn’t need Zack. On screen, the camera jumped and when the frame resumed the tan guy had some sort of slick stuff on his fingers and was rubbing the other guy’s rim.
“This is what I wanted to show you. So much porn doesn’t have fingering or stretching. But that’s what I love about this one—they don’t cut straight to the fucking. And look at how into this they both are.”
Indeed, the smaller guy was moaning and thrashing as the other guy pushed his fingers in. And fuck, that was the hottest thing Zack had ever seen, the way the guy’s ass swallowed those fingers, stretching and contracting around them. Zack’s breath caught in a swift intake of air. “You like that?”
“Yes. It’s my favorite part. Sometimes I even like it more than the actual fucking.” Pike sounded all pleased that Zack had figured this out. “Now plenty of guys don’t like fingers or don’t really need that, so you should—”
“Pike.” Zack kicked him in the calf. “I’m not thinking about doing this with other guys.”
“You’re not?”
“I’m here with you. You’re the only one I want to do this with.” Ever. Zack kept that part to himself because it wouldn’t be fair to say it—he couldn’t make any promises or offer Pike a future, and Pike wasn’t exactly the exclusive forever-and-ever type. Just because Zack didn’t want to ever think about kissing or touching someone else didn’t mean that Pike felt the same way.
Pike sighed, a happy sound as if Zack had handed him a present. “You’re pretty perfect, you know that, Muscles?”
“I’m just me.” Zack ducked his head so Pike wouldn’t see his blush. But Pike wouldn’t let him hide, grabbing his chin and pulling him into a kiss. Their tongues met and tangled, hot flames licking down Zack’s spine with each thrust and stroke. He pushed the laptop away so that he could roll, trapping Pike under him.
“Hey. We didn’t see the fucking yet—”
“I don’t need porn. I just need you. You can tell me when I screw up.” Please don’t let me screw up.
“You’re not going to mess up. Impossible to, the way I want you.” Pike gave a shaky grin, pulling Zack down for another kiss.
“I want you too,” Zack whispered against his lips. “So much.”
Not breaking the kiss, he reached over, shut the laptop, moved it to the nightstand. Pike arched up beneath him. Without the risk of sending the laptop to the floor, Zack let him wiggle while he plundered his mouth, but eventually the urge to hold Pike down got the better of him, and he grabbed Pike’s hands, stretching them overhead, pinning him in place as he kissed his way down Pike’s chest, only letting go when he was satisfied that Pike was going to stay put.
He licked all along the waistband of Pike’s blue boxer briefs, teasing until Pike’s hips bucked, cotton-covered dick rubbing against Zack’s chin. Getting the message, Zack peeled the boxers down, kissing and sucking the skin he exposed. In the weeks since the first frantic time in the hall, Zack had gotten more confident with oral, more sure that he knew how to please his man. My guy. And maybe he couldn’t be, not really, not out in the real world, but right here where it counted, Pike was all his, and Zack was going to appreciate the hell out of him.