Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
He seems to have spotted it. He doesn’t move.
“You’re doing a terrible job of relaxing after a day running errands,” I point out.
After a moment of overcoming his shellshock, he turns to me. “You didn’t have to clean the place.”
“I just wanted to,” I say, then smile.
And in my smile, I hope he doesn’t see my desperation to please him.
I hope he doesn’t see the separation anxiety that has all of my nerves feeling instant relief the moment he returned.
I hope these extreme feelings of mine don’t scare him away—the one good man I’ve encountered on my journey.
I present the sandwiches on plates, then shrug. “Wanna eat on the porch, or on the couch?”
Cooper gazes at me. “Let’s, uh … take lunch out to the beach. Don’t want to drop a single crumb in this house you just cleaned.”
That’s how the pair of us end up on a blanket on the sand, eating sandwiches and watching the waves creep in. Unlike the crowded tourist beach, I feel like I have room out here to stretch and be myself, which is more than I’ve been able to do for months.
Even if all of the cute houses that line the beach seem to have eyes.
Watching me—the outsider, the stranger, the visitor.
I hope those house-eyes warm up to me, because I have no intention of going anywhere soon—until Coop himself kicks me out.
Once lunch is over, he leans back, propping himself up by his elbows and crossing his legs at the ankle, soaking in the sun. I don’t know if it’s intentional, but it pulls my eyes straight to his body, where I drink him in from head to toe.
His shirt is barely pulled up at the waist, showing a hint of skin. The shorts he wears seem loose, too, as if just one fast thrust can pull them straight off. It’s that little bit of teasing, whether intentional or not, that causes me to instantly wonder what he’s got down there.
And suddenly it’s all I’m thinking about.
“So I was thinking …” says Cooper.
I roll onto my side and bring my lips to the little peek-a-boo of his abs showing, kissing him there.
“Whoa, what’s going on?” he protests.
My hand goes to the waistband of his shorts, which I let loose the button of. They open for me immediately, like there’s a beast down there practically begging to be freed. I tug down his shorts just enough to reveal it.
Holy mother of God, he’s big.
His body tenses. “Seany, what’re you—?”
I bring my lips to his cock at once. I don’t hesitate. I don’t ask for permission. I don’t build up to anything. I just want to make him feel as good as I feel—and I want him to feel that way right now.
“Seany—” he protests again.
Until my lips wrap around the head of his cock, and he shuts right up.
I have no prayer in hell of swallowing the whole length of him, so I focus on the head and first inch or two, using my tongue to tease his dick. He wasn’t hard a second ago, but that’s quickly changing as he swells and comes to life in my mouth.
The next thing I know, he sits up and has a hand on my shoulder, as if to push me away. “What’re you doing?”
I hold his dick with one hand as I lift my face up to give him a look. “I’m doing what I want.”
“Out here in front of all of my neighbors?”
“So?”
He tries, with an adorably gentle effort, to release me and my mouth from his hard dick. I go right back down on him in defiance, taking two more inches into my mouth—or should I say throat? For a glorious instant, he can’t fight me. I think the man, in fact, lets out a moan and a sigh.
Then sense comes right back to him. “You don’t have to do this. I’m not … I don’t expect … ungh …”
“Having trouble speaking?” I ask when I come off of his dick for a moment. “Maybe you shouldn’t try. Just kick back and enjoy.”
“I don’t want you feeling—mmph—” I just swallowed his dick again, this time with more force. “—like you owe me for anything, or like—Jesus, Mary, and Joseph—”
I stop for a second. “That’s not what this is.”
He stares down at me. “Then why—?”
“I want to. I like you.”
He seems speechless, his lips left hanging as he stares at my face, bewildered.
“Lean back,” I tell him, “let your neighbors get jealous, and just enjoy your post-sandwich mint, alright?”
My mouth wraps around him again, and this time, he doesn’t put up a fight. I make love to his dick like I have never made love to anything. It feels so good to hear his breath quicken, to feel his body tense beneath me, to know I’m making him as happy as he’s made me.