Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Not twenty minutes later, we were seated at a little table at my neighborhood taqueria with ridiculously huge burritos and cold Dos Equis. I glanced at Dmitri. His hair was still damp, and he was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my cargo shorts, along with borrowed flip flops. I grinned at him as he caught my eye, and he smiled shyly and said, “What?”
“You’re cute in my clothes,” I told him with a wink. They were all a little big on him since he was leaner than I was, but they made him look young and carefree. The satisfied grin permanently etched onto his face was a nice touch, too.
“I feel good in them,” he said. “They show I belong to you.” His right hand rested on the tabletop, and with his left he lightly traced the marks around his wrist. And he leaned close and whispered, “These show I’m yours, too. They show you’ve claimed me. I’m tempted to have them tattooed on permanently.”
I smiled and whispered, “Hurry up and eat. I’m not through claiming you. In fact, I might have to claim you a couple more times tonight, just so you remember who you belong to.”
He drew in his breath, his lips parting slightly. “I’m full,” he said. “Let’s go back to your apartment.”
“Oh no. You’re going to need your strength. Eat up.” I winked at him and took a big bite of my super veggie burrito.
He finished his food quickly and then looked at me expectantly, like a kid waiting for permission to open a present. I took my time finishing my beer, just to tease him, and then pushed back from the table. “Come on baby,” I said in a low voice so as not to be overheard by the other restaurant patrons. “I want to be inside you.”
He bit back a whimper and stood up quickly, almost knocking the little table over. I grinned at that and followed him out of the restaurant. And I realized the flaw with cargo shorts: they were too baggy to see his cute little ass. I pointed that out to him as we headed down the street to my apartment, and he smiled at me over his shoulder. “The solution to that,” he said, “is to get me out of them as quickly as possible.”
“That’s an excellent suggestion,” I said, and startled him by grabbing him around the waist and ducking into an empty alleyway, then tugging the shorts down to just below his ass. I bent over and nipped one of his perfect butt cheeks before bringing my hand down on his exposed rear with a playful slap, and he pressed a hand to his mouth to keep his moan from attracting the attention of people on the street. I quickly pulled the shorts back up, and said, “Come on. We’re almost home.” And I left the alley, grinning to myself.
It took him a moment to catch up to me. He was flushed, his breath coming fast. We were still two blocks from my house, and he whispered, “I want you in me like I’ve never wanted anything in my entire life.”
“Do you prefer to bottom?” I asked, attempting light conversation even as I fought the urge to take him right there on the sidewalk.
“Yeah,” he said, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm himself. And then he said, “I hardly ever do that, though, so I’d almost forgotten how incredibly wonderful it is.”
“Why not?”
“It’s hard for me to give up control, and even harder to trust someone enough to let them tie me up and fuck me. It takes more trust than I’m usually capable of.”
“But you let me do it.”
“I more than let you, I practically begged you. And within minutes of meeting you, if you’ll recall.”
“You did, didn’t you?” I murmured, remembering our first encounter in the back seat of the loaner car.
He glanced over at me and said softly, “Right from the beginning, I knew I could trust you. I trust you with my life, Jamie. I trust you with all of me.”
“It’s mutual.”
Then he said lightly, “So, I hope you like being a top. I’m willing to reverse roles and fuck you any time you want me to, of course. But in addition to that, I’m pretty much going to want you in me five times a day, every day. Just so you know.”
“Only five?” I asked with a smile.
He smiled, too. “I was going to say ten, but I didn’t want to sound like a cock-hungry slut.”
Finally we’d reached my apartment, and I winked as I slid my key into the lock. “As if I’d have a problem with that.”
As soon as the door was closed and locked behind us, we launched ourselves at each other. Dmitri pushed me against the wall and pulled my t-shirt over my head, then sucked my nipple as he fumbled with my shorts. I grabbed his t-shirt and yanked it off too, and pulled his slightly too big shorts straight down with one tug, grabbing his cock as my other hand wound into his hair.