Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
He took me up on my offer as I tucked my hands behind my head, enjoying the way Teach sucked a dick. I wouldn’t have said that to him, since I figured it might weird him out, but fuck it was a hot thought.
What had begun as a slow experiment turned frenzied quickly. Once he got the hang of it, he sure didn’t play around. His movements sped up. Clearly, he could tell by how I jerked about that I was getting close again.
“James…”
He moved even faster, like he knew exactly what that meant, and I warned him, “I’m about to…” But I wasn’t able to reach down fast enough before I shot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said as he took my cock to the back of his throat, swallowing me right up.
My thoughts scattered, my eyes rolling back as I enjoyed the sensations moving through me, leaving me falling as my nerves relaxed from the experience.
James hadn’t given up on my cock, though, and the sensitivity I wanted to bear became too much for me.
“Ah, okay. I can’t.”
He pulled off quickly, having caught on to my discomfort. He kissed up my happy trail, burying his face in my navel for a moment before continuing upward and giving me a warm, wet kiss.
Each kiss felt more intense than the last, and I grew terrified that I might wake and discover it had all been a cruel dream.
30
James
Amazing as it had felt to cave to Kyle, I couldn’t quiet the screaming in the back of my mind—all the voices of so many throughout my life, in some distant place in my mind, judging me for my actions. Monster, they would have said.
Why wasn’t that enough to stop me from kissing him? Why wasn’t it enough to convince me that what I did was evil? Somehow, the self-judgment and scorn only made me cling that much tighter to Kyle, to refute every argument against this with the demonstration of what his touch had the power to do to me.
We kissed until my lips chapped, then just held one another in bed.
I rubbed my nose against his.
The night had ended so differently than I’d expected, especially once I’d seen his classmates turn up for the event. At first, I’d believed they’d spoiled everything, but now I thanked them because had they not shown up, he might not have ever needed to come to my home.
He might never have pressed me about my feelings.
I might never have been weak enough to fuck up so colossally, my guilt and shame eclipsed by my need for pleasure.
Eventually, Kyle glanced behind him, and I could tell he was eyeing the clock on my nightstand.
In a moment, the magical world we had visited together—that had permitted us an escape—shattered. We would never be able to recapture that same moment, not in the way we had, so I treasured it as much as I could before Kyle said, “So…” His voice dragged out, deeper than usual before he cleared his throat and looked at me. “Four a.m. Should…be getting back. I’ll take a shower first, I think.”
I seized his wrist gently, wishing I could keep him there.
He rested his free hand on top of my grip, rubbing soothingly. “You can come with me.” There wasn’t a trace of humor in his tone, and I could tell by his expression that he could sense how serious I was about keeping him near.
“Yes, I think I will,” I said, trying to calm myself. “It’s just…four a.m. came far too soon.”
“It had to come at some point.” I detected the disappointment in his tone, as the collision of realities started to fill my mind, terrorize it.
“Just one more kiss without any of that,” I said, moving close and resting my forehead on his. “One more where we pretend it’s just us and none of the rest matters.”
“We already had that kiss. We can’t ever get it back, but I can give you a reminder.”
His words were true, and his kiss enough to do exactly as he’d said.
As we pulled away, he took my hand. “Come on. Doesn’t a nice, warm shower sound good after all that?”
It did, but there was another part of me that never wanted to shower any of him off me. I wanted every bit of remaining sweat, saliva, and cum to stay imprinted on me.
But we slipped into the shower.
“Figure I can’t borrow your clothes for today,” he said, stepping under the running water. “Otherwise I’d stay.”
The water trailed down, traveling along the curves of his body.
He noticed me watching and said, “Mind handing me some soap?”
I grabbed the bodywash from the corner nook and started to hand it to him.
“That’s not how I want you to hand it to me.”
He had a mischievous look in his eyes. I laughed, collecting some in my palms and lathering it between my fingers. As I approached him, he stood tall, letting his arms hang at his sides. I began rubbing him down, enjoying his form the way I had all night.