Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I noticed a little bit of his cum on the side of my forefinger, and didn’t waste a minute. Just raised it and stuck it into my mouth, sucking it up, closing my eyes to really savor his taste.
When I opened them again, Jace was watching me, looking pleased at how much I was enjoying his cum.
“Well, you could have helped yourself to more,” he teased.
“Come on. You’re a fucking mess. Let’s shower off.”
We headed into my bedroom en suite.
“I think my bathroom might actually be bigger than yours,” he noted, and when I turned to him, he winked.
“Seems appropriate,” I said, looking to his dick.
Jace enjoyed another laugh. “Well, what can I say?”
“Maybe just acknowledge that the universe isn’t all that fair?”
“No one said life is fair, but as far as cocks go, I wouldn’t say you have anything to complain about.”
I led him into the walk-in shower, and he closed the glass door behind him as I turned on the water, running my hand through it to feel the temperature as it warmed.
I turned to Jace, who once again checked out all the cum dripping down him.
“First time you’ve been covered in cum?” I asked.
“First time it’s been mixed with someone else’s. And damn, you fucking shoot.”
“Been a while since I’ve shot like that.”
“Did I turn you on that much?”
“Not gonna lie and pretend you didn’t.” I could feel the water warming up, and I said, “Here, go ahead and hop in.”
He did just that, and I enjoyed the view as he rinsed off, the white from our cum sliding down through the ridges in his abs, down his legs, moving over every curve of thick muscles.
“Damn, you sure are a sexy piece of man.”
“You’re a pretty hot motherfucker yourself,” he said, his hair damp, water webbing down his face.
I grabbed the small bottle of soap from a nook in the wall and a rag from the rack and passed them to him. He scrubbed down, and then we switched, him heading out and drying off with a towel while I cleaned up. When I finished, I headed into the living room, where he was stretched out on the couch, watching TV, making himself comfortable, which I admittedly enjoyed more than I should have.
“Did we still need to go out and talk business? I feel like I took up most of our time with sightseeing. And what sights to see,” he added, scanning me over.
“I’ve had my own share of sights too.” I plopped down on the couch beside him. “Yeah, I say we get back into some clothes and head out for dinner, and we can chat about all those things we should have been talking about today. Then I have to cram some ideas together to present to Hacksmore tomorrow after everything is signed and the deal’s in place.”
“Crazy to think I’m gonna be on billboards and in commercials and shit like that.”
Once again, the way he said it proved how in over his head he was, much like with our messing around.
“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Jace. I love what you’re doing for your community. It’s maybe the most noble thing I’ve seen anyone do, but like I said, it’s not easy to be in the spotlight.”
“You’ve never wanted any of it? Ever? Come on. I find that hard to believe.”
“I definitely don’t have an interest in it.” I wanted to leave it at that, but I could tell by the way he kept looking at me, he expected more than that. “Remember that night at your mom’s when we were talking about those people who wind up in rehab and leaving their kids? That’s my mom,” I explained. “She was a hot, trendy actress in a TV series for a while. It catapulted her into the spotlight in the nineties. Made her this bigshot celebrity when I was a kid, and it fucking wrecked our lives. I don’t think fame makes people horrible, but it amplifies what’s there. And with my mother, that was an addictive personality and this desperation for public approval that she wasn’t getting that only kept her hooked. She couldn’t be there for me when she couldn’t even be there for herself.”
I waited for him to ask what so many others would have if I’d shared that—who she was. This sort of salacious desire to know about the fallen TV vixen. Instead, he just said, “I’m sorry. Everyone deserves a parent who cares.”
“I imagine you had a hard time with that too, being in the shelter as a kid.”
“I was one of the lucky ones, at least, and found an amazing mom and dad. Not everyone’s so lucky, and if life’s shown me anything, it’s that sometimes the ones stuck with a family they didn’t choose have it a lot worse.”