Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
He continues kissing me, my cock hard as a fucking rock, as I’m wedged between him and the fridge. I grab onto the top of the refrigerator door. He kisses down my face to my neck, where he sucks and licks like he’s trying to mark me.
Now I understand what guys see in him. His body stirs this twisted excitement within me, and every kiss is so wild and feral. Even knowing that this means nothing to him, the passion—the intensity—makes me feel like I’m the most important thing in the world. Like I’m the only guy he’s ever wanted to share this with.
He leans back, cringing as he fucks me, his groan revealing how much he’s enjoying having my hole massage his cock.
The expression on his face, tense as he stares, makes me feel like he’s trying to show me who my master is. Sweat rushes down his face, collecting in the scruff across his jaw.
My own sweat slides down my face, and my body heat, combined with Tim’s, feels so intense.
This doesn’t even seem wrong or naughty anymore. Just magical.
He pulls me away from the fridge and kneels, lowering me to the concrete floor.
Its cold surface contrasts starkly with our hot passion.
He lifts my legs as he takes me, forcing his cock back to that sweet spot within me.
It reminds me of the first time I ever felt a guy hit it.
Each push against my prostate sends waves of sensation through me—like my nerves are alerting every part of my body of the delicious experience we’re sharing.
Who knew it would feel this good?
He leans down as he continues his work and spits across my face.
I know he’s not just spitting on me, but on everything I represent. On my friends. My family. On the sorts of people who mock him. Who think that he’s a drug-dealing nobody.
I lick a bit of it that settled on my lip.
He eyes me with admiration, then kisses me again, his movements becoming even more intense. Keeping me in this heightened state of arousal that feels so good it’s nearly unbearable. So good I can’t help but scream out.
He kisses me powerfully, preventing any sound from escaping.
My cock needs the release, and though I’ve been keeping myself from jerking off, I can’t anymore. I reach for it, and just as quickly, Tim snatches my wrist and forces it back. He grabs my other and does the same. Being captured like this as he fills me with such an intense, powerful eruption of ecstasy is hot, arousing.
I’m not gonna need my hands to get off tonight.
My come moves through me, making its way up my shaft…inching its way there. It’s such a slow process—much slower than anything I’d allow on my own. Usually, this is the point where I’d rub one out and be done with it.
He drives in even harder.
The sensation of the drops of his sweat falling against my flesh is powerful…like they’re going to leave a permanent mark that will forever let everyone know what I’ve done tonight. Never let me take back this mistake. But who cares when it feels this fucking good?
“Fuuuuck,” I whine as I climax.
Tim growls like a fucking dog as his body jerks and twists.
He’s coming, too.
It feels so good.
So right.
And so wrong.
2
TIM
He makes his way down the hall with a couple of his snooty rich pals.
Mark thinks he’s better than me, but he sure wasn’t acting like that a week ago when he was writhing in the passion of our fucking at that house party.
He didn’t just want it. He needed it.
Of course, I knew the reason. Everyone does. His ex, Greg, had been hooking up with Mark’s best friend. Or I guess the guy he thought was his best friend.
I’d heard about it at the party, and when he glanced at me before sneaking off to the basement, I jumped at the opportunity. Considering the look he gave me, filled with one intent—to be fucked good—anyone would have taken advantage of that hot piece of ass.
I’m glad I did. Mark was incredible. I’ve never felt anything comparable to what we shared.
It was hot, frenzied…intense.
I’ll admit, my intentions weren’t noble going into the night, but I’ve fucked enough to know when the sex is just sex and when it’s a fucking stick of dynamite exploding, mixing physical pleasure and some inexplicable chemistry with the excitement of being with a guy who wanted me to dominate him. I keep trying to put my finger on what exactly about it was so exciting, but I’m assuming whatever pheromones he gives off are just what my body craves.
Biology. Something neither of us can control.
I’m curious to find out if he feels the same way.
While he heads to class, I see Ethan and Seth heading toward me down the hall, their eyes wide with enthusiasm as they approach.