Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
There it was: my permission.
It was as if I was already his plaything, tied to him by some invisible string. The moment he suggested it, I was already in motion. I rounded the back of the house and walked to the rear bedroom door, swinging it open and stepping in.
I walked forward until I was positioned right in front of Kace, standing above the bed as he slowly stroked himself right there in front of me. Confidently. Like he did everything. His skin was flushed with pink in some places, and I was so close now that I could see a bead of precum on the tip of his cock, glistening and dripping slowly down his shaft until it hit his fingers.
“You like this,” Kace said, his voice staccato underneath his breaths. I wasn’t sure if he meant it as a question, or if he was just as fucking bewildered as I was right now, feeling like I was watching all of this happen from above, floating somewhere above my own body.
He paused for a moment when I didn’t respond, a question in his eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I said, my voice hoarse. I was surprised by my own statement.
Kace’s only response was a deep, satisfied moan. He stroked himself even faster now, knowing that I wanted him to keep going. I took another step forward until I was positioned right in between his legs.
I wasn’t touching him. Not even a little bit. But I was so close I could see every dip and plane on his body. I could see the freckles under his eyes. I could smell his musky, woodsy-clean scent, now a little familiar to me, which was starting to drive me fucking crazy every time I got a whiff of it. I wanted to bury my nose in his hair, or near his skin, or really anywhere I could.
My cock jumped as I watched Kace reach down and gently squeeze his balls. His gaze was still locked on mine, more intently now, with an urgency.
“Gonna come,” he uttered a moment later. “Fair warning.”
I knew he was saying it so I could look away or walk away if I wanted to. Not a chance in hell. I felt like the room had become a pressure cooker, and I was going to explode if something didn’t happen soon. All I could focus on was the sound of his breath, the occasional quiet, deep moans that he was making.
I reached down, resting a hand on his hip, squeezing him, just gently. His skin was ludicrously soft and so fucking warm. The moment I’d touched an inch of him, I wanted to touch all of him. To lean in and feel more.
He let out a sound like a low growl as he responded to my touch. He moved each of his legs inward, clenching his thighs around my legs, pinning me there in front of him. Like he was claiming me as his own.
And I let him.
“Tell me what you want,” he uttered.
“I want to watch.”
“Tell me.”
“Come for me,” I said, reaching down to squeeze my aching cock through the fabric of my jeans. “Fuck, Kace—”
His legs squeezed harder around my thighs as he tensed up, his gaze landing on my bulge. He saw exactly how turned on I was, and I knew he was going to lose it. A moment later a deep moan escaped him and he tensed again, shooting white all over his own stomach and up to his chest. One shot landed all the way up on his jaw. I was watching a guy come, and no part of me wanted to turn away. Watching him lose control was hotter than hell.
All at once, he moved his legs away, releasing me and relaxing back onto the bed. I steadied myself as if I was suddenly on sea legs.
“Christ,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
My whole body was thrumming, so pent up and turned on and craving so much more.
I was reeling. Frozen in place. The thing I’d wanted more than anything else was to watch him finish, and now that had happened. What now? What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t stop looking at one streak of his cum that had shot up against the side of his abs, in disbelief that I had some part in him being that turned on.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he said, and the broken silence put me on alert. His voice was just a low murmur, but I hung on every word. I could feel his eyes on me, even though I wasn’t looking directly at him right now, because I’d probably disintegrate if I even tried.
Yes.
Yes, I want to come. Really badly.
“No,” I lied, my voice coming out a little hoarse over my suddenly dry throat. I moved my hand off of my still bulging cock, denying myself without even knowing why.