Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 117992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Lucky, you’re twenty years old.” I tried not to think about the number of years of life experience that separated us. When I’d dared mention our age gap in the past, it’d only pissed him off and stressed me out. “You have one year of school left before striking out on your own. There comes a point where you need to decide who’s in charge of your life and how you want your story to play out.”
Before he could interject, I continued. “Don’t get me wrong. I think keeping your parents’ wishes in mind is important. Respect and love for them is always going to color your decisions and your life. But they also love and respect you. And sometimes that means having to give you the space to follow your own dreams.”
Lucky shifted around until he was lying on his side so he could look up at me. “Will you come with me?” he asked softly. “When I talk to them?”
I blew out a breath and ran my hands up under his shirt to the smooth warmth of his skin. Touching him was grounding. It made me feel more in control of myself and less chaotic.
“They can’t know—”
“I know that,” he snapped. “They can’t know about us. That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. Come as my fucking friend, Zach. Nothing more.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the arm of the couch. I hated being the cause of his disappointment.
“Yes. I’ll come with you. But only as silent support, okay?”
I opened my eyes when I felt the touch of his hand on my face. His warm eyes were filled with gratitude. “You? Silent? How is that possible when you’re such a chatty guy?”
I pinched his side. “Smart-ass,” I grumbled. “Just for that, you owe me a blow job.”
Lucky’s eyes went from grateful to lustful in half a second. “Say it ain’t so,” he teased. “You’re so mean, forcing me to do something so awful.” He moved down my body, rucking up my shirt with his hand in the process. “But I guess I’ll take one for the team. If you insist.”
I felt the strange bubbly lightness I’d been noticing more and more these past few days. It was a feeling I associated with being around Lucky. It was something I wanted more of. I couldn’t get enough.
“Brat,” I muttered, running my hands through his hair and down to cup his cheeks. He looked up at me with a grin.
“Want me to call you Daddy?”
The sound of my laughter surprised even me. Lucky’s grin got even wider. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“Damned right, it’s a no,” I said, gazing down at him with a smile. God, he was gorgeous.
I watched as he proceeded to tease me, taking his sweet time unbuttoning my pants and pressing his own hard length against my leg. By the time he got my dick out, I was tense and panting, trying not to pull his hair and shove his face in my crotch. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so close to begging before.
“Lucky,” I growled.
“Mmm?” he hummed, looking up at me with a sweet blink. Those puppy eyes didn’t fool me. He was driving me crazy on purpose.
My dick jumped, grazing the side of his chin. I groaned and squeezed my eyes closed, counting to ten in Spanish in an attempt to distract myself from the need to throw him down face-first and fuck him hard into the couch.
His tongue danced on my shaft as he hummed. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said between licks.
“Mpfh.”
He took my cock into the blessed wet heat of his mouth and sucked hard for several moments before pulling off.
“You’re thinking of my tight ass and how you want to fuck it.”
“Gnnnh.” I was having trouble breathing. My fingers tightened in his hair.
Lucky sucked the crown before trying to deep-throat me again. He gagged which only made me harder.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Fuck. Lucky, Jesus. Again.”
He met and held my eyes as he licked my dick all over and swallowed it again. I couldn't hold back any longer. I held his head and pumped into his throat once, twice, until I was roaring out my release and his fingernails were digging into my sides.
When I finally released him, tears were streaming down his face, but his reddened, wet lips were wide in happy satisfaction. He looked so damned proud of himself, all I wanted to do was reward him.
I lurched up and pushed him down on his back, practically ripping off his pants to get to his dick. As soon as I had it in my hand, I began licking it, sucking it, coating it in spit and jacking it, until all I could hear were his whimpers and gasps. I swallowed him as deeply as I could and cradled his balls in my hand until I felt the warm tang of his release on my tongue and heard his muffled groans.