Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
33
Kyle
We’d taken that leap of faith into the unknown.
We were the only ones who could know what was right for us. Fuck the world and its oppressive rules and laws that demanded too much of our hearts.
Naturally, with our arrangement came secrets, which were hardest to keep from the people closest to me—Tex, Ben, and Taryn. No one could know where I was spending most of my time since James and I had admitted the truth: that what we had, what we felt, what we shared was too much to fight against anymore.
What had begun as some inexplicable connection had turned emotional and then become wildly physical. We spent sleepless nights desperately grasping at the time we made together, our fears of what we did reminding us to never take a moment for granted.
Each kiss was a wish…a hope…a fear, so I cherished every fucking one.
He kept a key for me beneath a lawn ornament in the yard—a concrete frog that had been left by his house’s previous owners.
Weeks felt like months before winter break began, and I was looking forward to spending as much of it as I could with him.
I locked the French doors behind me before walking through his home, enjoying how familiar it was starting to feel to me. I followed the short hall to the foyer, peered out the window, and saw his car in the driveway. Heading up to the bedroom, it wasn’t long before I detected the sound of running water in the master shower. I stripped down, eagerness mounting now that I could enjoy this fully—the exams were behind us, and we had two weeks without the stress and worry of having to see each other during class, doing our best not to be totally enamored with one another through one of his lectures, which now had a way of making me painfully hard.
I slipped around the corner, and he turned and jerked back, eyeing me through the glass pane between us. “Oh shit. You surprised me.” He grinned, assessing my body.
Behind the bright smile, I could see the worry, the dread, and I joined him, offering kisses as fast as I could to remind him why they were worth everything.
I’ll protect you, James. I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever.
It was my vow to both of us.
His lips found their way down my body, moving with the water rushing over me. He stroked my cock before getting it in his mouth.
“Fuckin’ A, you know how I get at the end of the day—” It was too late. I shot inside his mouth, releasing all that tension I normally would have done in the privacy of my bedroom. “Fuck me,” I said as he lapped up my cum.
He pushed to his feet, his grin expanding.
“You know damn well what you did,” I said, glaring at him.
“It’s hot, and it makes you blush, which is refreshing, seeing how it isn’t me for a change.”
“Yeah, well, next semester I’ll be ready for this and make sure to jerk off in my car before I get over here.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because you know how much I enjoy making you come quickly…and because it doesn’t keep me from being able to make you come more.”
His arms folded around me as he backed me up against the tiled wall, our bodies fitting together as perfectly as always, his cock sliding against my pelvis as mine slid against his smooth, wet pubes. He kissed away from my mouth, to my neck.
“Is now a bad time to criticize your essay exam questions?”
James laughed near my ear before biting at the lobe. “You little shit.”
I did my best not to make too many jokes about our situation, but they made the difficult parts more bearable.
He sucked and nipped at my ear before kissing his way down my body.
I was learning his favorite path—traveling between my pecs, to my navel, where he’d offer a quick lick before returning up along my right side, his lips back on mine as though the trip away had been too long. It made me think of my own paths as I navigated my way around his body, working to explore and determine my tongue’s favorite routes.
I slid my hand between his stomach and cock as he stroked against my belly. “Come on,” I told him between kisses. He pushed up close, as though against his will, driven by sheer need to get to the end. I could tell he was getting close, so I reached around and tucked my fingers between his cheeks, massaging his hole, and it was like a trigger as I felt the warm rush against me.
We gasped together as he continued shooting across me.
We licked and panted. Some of the movements we made didn’t make any sense to my logical mind and left me wondering what he must’ve thought, but it was a judgment I let go with all the rest as we let ourselves submit to the instincts that had us tugging and pulling at one another, close never seeming close enough.