Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry you didn’t earlier.”
“Where did it come from? What made you say it today?”
Dad pulled back slightly and looked at me. “Well, it was Will, actually. I’m not sure if he knows he inspired me, but he did. He’s a good kid. Someone real special.”
I looked away, unable to hold my dad’s gaze. If I did, I’d probably word-vomit the truth. Or he’d see it in my eyes. “Yeah, Dad, he is,” I admitted. “I see it too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Will
We took the same car home. It made sense, we said. We were both going into Atlanta, so why call two cars?
There was something heavy in the air as we rode back. Neither of us spoke much. My brain was spinning, wondering what Leon had said to him in his office. If it had been about me, or if it had upset Jameson. He was off, a little different, which made me freak out a bit. What if he suddenly decided this wasn’t going to work? That it was weird, me having a close relationship with his dad?
“Thanks, man,” I said to the driver as he dropped us off at Jameson’s condo.
We were still quiet as we walked to the door, as he unlocked it and let us in. Once he closed it and flicked the lock into place, I asked quietly, “What’s wrong, Professor?”
“Nothing,” he replied just before his mouth came crashing down on mine. Jameson’s tongue pushed between my lips, and my hands went to his ass, squeezing, pulling him closer to me. I had no idea what this was for, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I was complaining. I loved that he felt comfortable enough around me to kiss and touch when he wanted, because he definitely wouldn’t have in the beginning.
I pulled far enough away to tug his shirt off and toss it to the floor. He’d worn a polo. He never wore standard T-shirts unless he was lounging at home.
“What got into you?” I asked as we kissed our way to his bedroom.
“I just want you. Sex now, talk later.”
“I’ve created a monster,” I teased, and we laughed, pulling away from each other to take our clothes off. He was already hard, that thick cock of his jutting out. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. Jameson’s head dropped back.
“God, I can’t believe you touch me like this.”
“Better get used to it,” I replied, but then let him go. Jameson whimpered. “I’m not going anywhere. I just figured we should get on the bed.” I fell back onto it, and he quickly followed.
“Can I…?”
“Yeah, of course. You can always fuck me.” He didn’t have to say the words for me to know what he wanted. It was crazy. I’d always preferred to top, but there was something about Jameson. I loved having him inside me.
Reaching over, Jameson grabbed the lube and a condom before I pulled him down on me and took his mouth again. Our groins met, and he thrust against me, cocks sliding together as best they could without lubrication. I grabbed his tight ass again, hoping that at some point, he’d let me inside him too. As much as I loved Jameson fucking me, I wanted him every way I could have him.
“Can you, um, roll over?” Jameson asked, and I nodded. He moved, and I twisted until I lay on my stomach, one leg bent and out to the side. He kissed my nape, down my spine, each and every bit of it until he got to my ass.
He bit my right cheek, and I cried out, his teeth having surprised me. He’d never done that before.
“Good or bad?” he asked.
“Good.”
He lay over my back, his mouth close to my ear. “I want to lick you,” he whispered. My legs shook.
“Yeah, okay. I’m definitely not going to complain about that.”
He chuckled as his mouth journeyed down my back again. He lay between my legs and spread my ass cheeks. “I still can’t get over how small it is…and that you let me inside you.”
I didn’t get to reply before his tongue lashed over my rim. Sensation shot through me, making me damn near lurch off the bed. Jameson didn’t stop. His tongue flicked over me, pushed at me, his short nails digging into my ass. He made little sounds like he was savoring what he was doing, like my ass was his favorite thing in the world and he’d been starving for me.
“Fuck, baby…so good. Christ, you’re good at this.” I pumped my hips, my ass meeting his mouth and my dick rubbing against the mattress. I nearly thrashed off the bed when he pushed a finger inside me, then bit me again. Yeah, I’d definitely created some kind of sex god, and I planned to treasure every second of it.