Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He looked over his shoulder, and we stared at each other across the space. I wanted to ask him so many things, but then there was the sound of the bathroom door opening and Mom swept into the room.
“Well, I…I better hit the road,” Seth stammered.
“So soon?” Mom asked. “How about one last game?”
Seth actually looked relieved as he turned toward the table again. “Deal.”
5
Seth
“Can I kiss you again?” Jake asked, and with that one simple question, my body relaxed into him even more.
“Yes.” It was amazing what asking could do, the power and confidence it gave the person receiving the question.
“You taste so sweet.” He pressed his lips to mine again. I was smiling, and he was too, before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, then slipped his tongue inside for a taste. He kissed me so deeply, my toes curled. He kissed me like he was hungry for me, like I turned him on more than anyone ever had. But somehow I felt that it wasn’t simply a body that he craved, it was me specifically, and that it was true desire instead of a way to get off.
It flipped something inside me, and I climbed onto his lap, riding it, wanting more, to be wild and free and to unlock this secret part inside me that I was never brave enough to acknowledge was there. The one that had been almost snuffed out before it was ever able to build.
In that moment with him, I was sexy. I was wanted. Protected. Cared for. In control of what happened, rather than pushed or manipulated.
He rubbed his big hand along my erection, and I whimpered into his mouth, moving against him for more friction. His hand reached around, cupped my ass, slid down, and he rubbed his finger over my hole.
When I gasped and jerked my mouth away from him, he asked, “You okay?”
And it was perfect. He didn’t push or get mad at me or make me feel like a failure. “Yeah, I’m good.” I was incredible, actually.
Jake wrapped a hand around my cock, jerking me. I thrust into his grip, and it was so tight, with so much friction. My orgasm slammed into me, its ferocity taking me by surprise. Light flashed behind my closed eyelids as I shot my load all over before my eyes sprang open.
“Ah, shit,” I whispered to myself. Alone. In my bed. Where I’d just had a wet dream over a guy I’d seen twice. A totally gorgeous guy, of course. Jake was…he was so my type.
One that was likely straight and would think I was some weird creeper for having sex dreams about him.
God, I really, really needed to lose my virginity, but I also worried there was something wrong with me when it came to sex. I wanted it, but was afraid I’d get scared and freak out and be a tease.
Ugh! Get out of my head!
I pushed out of bed, sticky with come. It was better waking up that way than from a nightmare, at least.
My cheeks were flushed when I got into my bathroom. It was likely from being turned on, but also, at least partly, from being embarrassed. It wasn’t that I didn’t jerk off. I jacked off often, but I’d never had a random sex dream about a guy who would never have any interest in me.
I took my underwear off, cleaned up, and put another pair on. At this point, I knew I would be up for the night, so I slipped on shorts, gathered the sheets and my dirty clothes, and threw them in the washer.
After plucking my phone off the bedside table, I went into the living room and curled up in the corner of the couch. It was just after four in the morning. I’d be exhausted today, but hopefully I’d sleep better tonight, or at least get a nap later.
Dinner at Bonnie’s house had been really fun. I was sure it wasn’t what most twenty-one-year-old guys thought of as a good time, but I’d enjoyed it. Jake had a similar relationship with his mom that Dane had with his sister, which fascinated me. It was so different from what I was used to. I hadn’t played games with my mom and stepdad or talked and laughed with them the way Jake and Bonnie did. I had with my dad, though.
Plus, my mom had always been a workaholic. She’d try to go in on a day off, or work from home, but Dad was good at prying her away from her responsibilities and out of her shell. He’d get her to forget how afraid she was of being left the way her parents had left her, and she’d smile or laugh, and it would feel like we’d grown closer, before she’d remember to shut herself off again.