Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Maybe you like being scared.”
“Fuck off.” The words were barely audible and there was no fight behind them.
“I’ll fuck you, and you will never forget it. I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll beg me to never stop.”
He sank his teeth into his lower lip.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
I leaned closer. Our lips were nearly touching, and I could feel his warm breath against my mouth.
“Tell me you aren’t dying for me to kiss you.”
“I….”
“Tell me, Zeke.”
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he closed the gap between us and kissed me so hard I stumbled backward.
I caught myself and leaned in, pressing him back against the door. “Fuck that’s good,” I whispered against his mouth, and he groaned. “More?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I worked our cocks together and forced my tongue between his lips, making him open for me. He shuddered against me as I licked the roof of his mouth, and his tongue tangled with my own. He was as responsive as I’d known he’d be.
I was supposed to be focused on his safety, but all I could think about was how fucking good he tasted. I needed this. We both did. He’d tried to protest, but he wasn’t holding back now, and I wasn’t going to either.
I thrust my hips harder against him as I kissed and bit his neck. He wrapped a leg around me, opening himself so I could fit my cock right against his.
Fuck. I could come like this, like some fucking kid dry humping in the back of a car. “You’re way too fucking tempting.”
“Jesus. You too.”
“Come here.” I pulled him across the room and encouraged him to sit on the couch.
“I need to see you like this again, laid back with your cock out.”
He froze, and I realized what I’d said. Fuck, maybe Val was right; I had no discretion at all.
“What do you mean again?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. I don’t know why I said that. I can’t think looking at you like this.”
“No. You meant it.”
I pushed his legs apart and sank to my knees between them. He tried to keep glaring at me, but when I ran my hand over his still-covered cock, he moaned and some of the tension in his muscles relaxed.
I popped the button on his jeans and began to slide the zipper down. He was watching me with wide eyes. “What if I told you I watched you one night?”
“Watched me where?”
“Here.” I unzipped him the rest of the way and traced the hard ridge of his cock, loving the silky feel of his gorgeous turquoise briefs.
“You’ve never been here.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down and lowered the band of his briefs enough to pull his cock out. He gasped as my hand wrapped around bare flesh. He felt fucking perfect in my hand.
“You broke into my apartment?” His breath was coming quick now. Was it from fear or my hand on his dick? Probably both.
“I climbed onto your balcony. You were watching porn, lying back on the couch. You were fucking gorgeous, your cock so hard like it is now.” I stroked him, and a drop of precum formed at the slit. I swiped over it with my thumb and brought it to my mouth.
Zeke whimpered when I licked my thumb clean. “You watched? You saw me….”
“Fuck your hand and come all over yourself? Yes.”
He shook his head. “No. You…you can’t. You need to leave.”
“Is that what you really want?” I stroked his cock faster. His hips rose, pushing him into my hand.
“Yes.” I raised a brow and slowed my strokes. “No. Fuck. What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re needy, and I’m going to help you.”
“No. I don’t need anyone, especially not someone who admits to spying on me while I got myself off.”
“You need me.” And I needed to be right about that.
“Please Vito.”
“Please what?”
He groaned. “I…fuck, I don’t know.”
“Then relax and let me show you.”
“How?”
“How will I show you?”
He shook his head. “How did you get on my balcony?”
“I came up the back stairs, then moved over to your neighbor’s balcony, then to yours.”
“Oh my god. You… There’s nothing connecting the balconies.”
I shrugged. “I jumped.”
“You could have died. If you fell….”
“I didn’t. Now, relax.”
“I shouldn’t let you do this.”
I grinned. “Probably not, but you are.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is how good this feels.” I bent and took the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck!”
I pulled off long enough to say. “You can take it.”
“Jesus, Vito. I didn’t think you’d—”
“I’ve been waiting for this, dying to taste you. Now, relax and let me.”
I took him deeper, sucking him into my throat. He tried to thrust in farther, but I held his hips down. I was going to control this.
His breaths came hard and fast, and he made delicious little whimpers every time I pulled on his dick. I licked and sucked and teased until he was writhing, fighting my hold on him, desperate to come. Finally, I pulled back, took hold of his chin, and ordered him look at me.