Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I reached for his hand, dragging it down onto my cock. “I want this,” I said. “I am so fucking hard right now.”
“You really are,” Charlie said. From above him I could see some quiet calculation going on behind his eyes, like he was trying to weigh some decision in his mind. He shook his head, just slightly, then took his palm away from my cock.
I let out a sound that was something between a groan and a pathetic whimper, missing the feeling of his hand on me immediately. “Please,” I said, knowing exactly how much it sounded like I was being.
“I can’t do guesswork,” Charlie said, resolute. “That’s what it is. My whole life I’ve been guessing, and I’ve usually been wrong. So you have to be direct with me, and tell me exactly what you want, Jax.”
I let out a frustrated sigh, leaning my head back for a moment. I wasn’t frustrated at what Charlie was asking—I was frustrated because he was right.
That’s what I always championed, any time I gave advice to others. You had to be direct. Clear. To make your intentions known. And now, here, in the dark with a guy I was so drawn to, I couldn’t even do it?
But the feeling of having him beneath me, right there at my thigh and looking up at me, made it worth it. Him letting me in his bed at all was like a prize I hadn’t even known I wanted.
“I want to come,” I said, moving past my own shame and just fucking saying it. “I want to come, really badly, every time I see you. Hell, when I think of you at all, even when I’m alone. I don’t even care how. Your hand, your mouth… fucking anything, Charlie.”
His eyelids dropped a little like he was a racehorse who’d just been given the go-ahead to run. His fingertips dug into my thighs and a moment later, he was flipping me over in the bed and shoving me back onto the pillows.
He dipped close to my ear, kissing the side of it. “Then I’ll make you come,” he said, and I swore I could feel his low voice in every inch of my body.
Good fucking Lord. This was what I’d wanted.
“Please,” I whispered.
His fingertips were at my waistband a moment later, shoving down my borrowed shorts and my boxer briefs.
For a moment I felt frozen in place, paralyzed even though my heart was slamming in my chest. I had fantasized about this a lot, but it was a very different thing to be actually underneath Charlie in real time. As he yanked down my clothes and my cock bobbed free, my cheeks flared with heat and my mind raced with thoughts. Was I going to be enough? How many guys’ dicks had Charlie seen, and was mine anywhere near up to snuff?
“Look at that,” Charlie said, dragging his thumb over the tip of my cock. “Some precum for me already?”
My whole body shuddered slightly. “It is for you,” I told him.
“You have no idea how hot that is,” he said, reaching up to slide his thumb over his tongue, tasting me as he looked me up and down, which was already such a blistering image that I could probably come from thinking about it. “Take your shirt off.”
I’d forgotten I had a shirt on at all. I leaned upward, pulling it off and throwing it over the side of the bed as Charlie did the same, revealing the taut planes of lean muscle all over his body.
“God,” I murmured. “Why does anyone even work out? Your body looks better than anyone else’s just from doing construction work.”
“Fuck off,” Charlie teased me. “Mr. Gym Bunny. Your body is the stuff of fucking dreams, and you know it.”
He ran his palms along my torso and down to my dick, just letting his hand brush up against my erection without really touching it yet. If I thought he was driving me crazy earlier, this was even more torturous. He slid downward, nudging open my legs and positioning himself between them.
When his tongue hit the base of my dick, all of my focus became pinpointed right there. He slid the tip of his tongue all the way up my shaft, in one long stripe, and I realized I was holding my breath.
“Your cock is perfect,” he murmured, kissing the tip and glancing up at me in the dim light.
I let out my breath, a new wave of brash confidence hitting me. This was Charlie, for fuck’s sake. I could tease him. I could mess around all I wanted.
“Would be even more perfect inside your mouth,” I said.
Charlie looked up at me, a possessive fire in his eyes. “You’re going to kill me, frat boy. You know, I always knew I liked you, but if I had any idea you could say something like that…”