Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I chuckle. “Not such a horrible fate. Although, you might only have me until this summer.”
“Oh, really?” he asks, a smile playing across his lips.
I’ve been talking to him about attending WCC for Maymester and summer semester. It kind of surprises me that I’m already talking about it, but my meds have really helped. I’m glad I’m taking them, and I’ll continue to, along with seeing my therapist and psych, but Zane took me beyond stability—he’s given me a reason to hope. I’m not ready to go back to Georgia State, not just yet. But I feel like I could knock out some core courses at WCC, then maybe transfer those once I’m ready.
Zane takes my hand, rubs his thumb across the back, massaging gently. “Then I’d better take advantage of every moment while we have the chance.”
“If I did end up going back to Georgia State at some point, how would we—”
He moves in fast, taking a kiss, silencing me. I relax into it, and when he pulls away, his gaze locks with mine. “Don’t think for a fucking second you’re getting away that easily.” He winces. “Okay, that sounded creepy. Obviously, if you wanted to leave me, I would let you, but if you think that moving to Atlanta is enough to discourage me, then you really are just a pretty face.”
I laugh, and as I smile, his gaze settles on my lips.
“Maybe we could get an apartment close to campus,” Zane says. “When you’re ready, that is.”
“You’d do that?”
“Leif, you really don’t get how fucking head over heels I am for you, do you?”
“You make it hard for me to miss that,” I confess.
He shows it every day—in his looks, his words, his actions. And neither of us can keep from showing the other how much we love each other on any given day. Maybe because we’ve both come to realize how precious each day is, and that another isn’t always a given.
“Let’s finish up here,” Zane says, “so we can get back to the house and I can remind you one more time.”
He offers another kiss, and we enjoy the afternoon, though I have to admit, I’m eager to get back to the house with him. When we finally get home, we’re on each other before we can even make it to the bedroom.
We strip down, a bit of a fumbling mess, chuckling as we try to get out of these damn clothes so we can get to what we really want.
We wind up naked on the bed, Zane on top of me. He smells of the Altoids we popped after our picnic, his tongue pushing into my mouth, my tongue welcoming the visitor as he rubs that fat cock against my thigh.
After some messy kisses, he manages to pry his lips away. “Fuck, this is like that first time we messed around. Me showing you how good it could feel.”
Just him mentioning that day sends a rush through me.
He smirks before crawling off me.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I get a good view of his ass before he grabs his desk chair and rolls it over.
Another jolt of excitement pulses through me. After he’s placed the chair, he fishes through the nightstand, fetching the lube and my little toy.
“Oh, really?” I ask.
“You’ve never even used it after that one sexy call,” he says. “Or have you?”
He glares at me like a jealous boyfriend, making me laugh. “I mean, I clearly brought it over in case we wanted to have some fun, but I haven’t had any reason to yet.”
His smile returns as he sits in the chair. “Get your ass over here.”
I position myself as I was that first time, close along the side of the bed, while he lubes up the toy. I spread my legs, gazing at him as he rests it against my hole, massaging gently. I close my eyes, relax as he plays with me, opening me up the way he has plenty of times with his fingers or cock. He takes his time getting it in, and as it hits my prostate, I feel a warm bead of precum spill from the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” he mutters before I feel his lips along the bottom of my shaft. He licks along it, creating that pressure like he did the first time he fingered me, now using the toy to tease my prostate as he works me up.
My hips rock as he keeps building me up, and soon I feel his finger and thumb against my nipple. Yet again, he’s playing me like a goddamn instrument. I’m lost in sensation, reveling in the way it radiates from so many different parts of my body.
“Jesus, Zane. Oh, oh.”
Another push of the toy, and I arch my back, moaning.
His lips pull away from my cock. “Okay, now it’s too fucking much for me.” He hurries back onto the bed, on his knees between my legs, readying his cock with the lube.