Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Why are you risking your life for this man?
That was a really good question. And the only answer I had was that he called to me from the moment I saw him. Something about him fascinated me. It had been a while since anyone or anything had intrigued me like he did. I’d just been moving through life, through men and women, through endless parties, not feeling much of anything.
Every time I saw Zeke, I felt more alive than I had in ages. Heat rose up through my neck and into my face, and I grew sweaty and restless. I needed him, needed to touch him, to take him, hold him down, fill him and spill inside him, marking him as mine. I was an animal, and he was my prey. I would bring him down, but I would also enjoy the hunt. I needed something that was all my own, not something I’d been assigned to do. I needed to pretend I was in charge of my life and that I had choices, and in this, at least, I did.
First, I had to make the choice to jump to Zeke’s balcony. I leaned out enough to see that his curtains were parted. There was some faint light coming through, though his apartment seemed mostly dark.
Would I be able to see him, to watch him get ready for bed, to see what he did in the privacy of his home?
The idea of watching him when he had no idea I was there made my cock start to harden. I told it to calm down. I had to actually get over there.
I looked at the distance to Zeke’s balcony from the side of the one I was on. It wasn’t much farther than the stairs to this balcony. I could make it.
I climbed over the railing, crouched, stretched, and jumped, not giving myself time to think.
This time, I caught the railing with both hands and easily pulled myself up and over. I heard movement from inside Zeke’s apartment, so I pressed myself flat against the wall beside the sliding door.
Footsteps came nearer, and I tried to make myself smaller. I needed to blend completely into the shadows.
I heard the curtains slide as he opened them wider, and I tensed, waiting for him to open the door and see me.
Would that be so bad?
I want this on my terms.
So step out, open the door, and take what you want.
No, he’s not ready for that.
But he’s ready for you to be stalking him from his balcony like a crazy person?
He won’t know if he stays inside.
A few seconds later, footsteps retreated from the door. He must have decided there wasn’t anything he needed to investigate.
The light dimmed again, and I dared to move, taking slow, silent steps. I worked my way around the edge of the balcony until I could see in through the gap in the curtains. I was looking into his living room.
He was seated on the couch, the only light was coming from the TV screen. He held the remote in one hand, but I didn’t care what he was watching. I only cared about the fact that he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
The light from the TV played over him as he leaned back, giving me a good look at his broad shoulders and chiseled chest, his dusky brown nipples that I desperately wanted to bite, and the beautiful ridges of his abs.
“So hot.” I whispered the words, unable to hold them in. He was even more gorgeous shirtless than I’d expected. I continued letting my gaze move down his body. His legs were spread, and the bulge in his boxers was in plain view. I imagined myself slipping in through the door, kneeling there, mouthing his cock, listening to him moan, and feeling him shake with need when I took him in my mouth, drawing him deep into my throat until he was whimpering, begging, ready to give himself to me completely.
I shifted and rearranged my expanding cock. Fuck, this guy got to me like no one else. I wanted him so fucking bad, but I was enjoying our game.
The game he doesn’t know he’s playing.
He knows. The way he watched me, the way he betrayed himself the moment my hand touched him, the look in his eyes when I licked the thumb that had touched his lip. He isn’t stupid. He knows where this will end.
Zeke lifted the remote and pressed a button, then another. He seemed to be scrolling through options. When he finally set the remote down, I wasn’t prepared for what I heard coming from the screen: the unmistakable grunts of two men going at each other. Harsh breathing. The sound of a hand slapping against flesh.
Holy fuck.
Zeke’s hand went to his cock, pulling it through the slit in his boxers.