Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Canyon,” he mewls. “Lube me up.”
Bossy while at my mercy.
I like it.
Assuming he has lube in his bedside table, I pull away from him to open the drawer. By the time I retrieve it and settle back beside him, he’s shoved his briefs and jeans partway down his thighs. I admire his masculine body and dark hair, but gasp when I take in the state of his cock. On the tip, it’s pierced with a silver ring with a metal bead on it.
“You’re fucking pierced?”
“I heard it feels good,” he says with a devilish grin, “on your prostate.”
“Heard?” I pour a healthy amount of lube into my palm and then wrap it around his dick, loving the hitch in his breath. “From your lovers? Or have you ever actually fucked a guy with it?”
“I haven’t fucked anyone with it.”
For some reason, this pleases me more than I’d like to admit. Not that I’m sitting around waiting to take it up the ass or anything, just that I like the idea of there being something he hasn’t done with it and it could belong to me if I pushed.
I lazily tease up and down his length, watching him with narrowed eyes. He bites down on his plump bottom lip, thrusting his hips up to meet my strokes with fervor.
“Feel good?” I dip down to taste his peaked nipple. “It’s going to feel really good when I’m inside you, Wonderland, fucking you like I own you.”
He whimpers, his whole body tensing up. Cum shoots up his chest, splattering near his nipple. Curious, I swipe my tongue over it. Salty. Bitter. But something about it coming from the pleasure I gave him makes me want to lick off every bit. His chest heaves as I do just that, cleaning his body like we’re two animals in the wild. I avoid his actual dick because it’s covered in lube, but I’m curious to put it in my mouth.
Soon.
That and so much more.
Alis is my enemy turned into obsession. I want to consume him just as much as I want him to consume me. He’s an addiction I’ve only just gotten a taste of, but I know it’ll be the end of me.
“Are we going to talk about what happened?” he asks, his voice breathless.
“About how fucking good at this we are?”
His cheeks turn pink, which is oddly endearing. “No, I mean, maybe we can discuss that later. I want to know why you were so upset earlier.”
All euphoric feelings dry up, leaving me brittle and raw.
“Do we have to?”
“Yeah, man, we do.”
Alister
Canyon slides off the bed, turning his back to me. As much as I want to admire how his toned ass and muscular back inspires me to run my half-naked ass to my studio to sculpt it, I sit up on my elbows instead to look at my lubed, still semi-hard dick.
What the fuck did I just do?
I let Canyon jack me off, and I gave him a blowjob. With the damn door open, for fuck’s sake. Our house is big, and sound doesn’t carry, so I’m not overly worried about our dads knowing what we did, but still, it was reckless.
While Canyon dresses, I slip off the bed and rush toward the bathroom to deal with my dick. After washing the lube and leftover cum off, I pull my briefs and jeans back up, stealing a glance in the mirror.
Wrecked.
That’s the only way to describe the state I’m in. The unruliness of my hair, the pink splotchiness around my mouth from his scruff, and the reddening places on my neck and around my nipples are all evidence of a terrible mistake.
It. Was. A. Mistake.
For a perfectionist like myself, I sure am eager to make another one.
My dick is halfway back to erect, which is pissing me off. I can’t keep fucking around with Canyon like this. I can’t. It’ll end in disaster.
After splashing some water on my face, I pat it dry with a towel. Digging deep, I try to remember why being around Canyon is a bad idea.
Dad.
Because if Dad knew what I did, he wouldn’t kill me or be disappointed in me. He wouldn’t ground me or forbid me to see Canyon. He wouldn’t cry or yell.
He would turn me away.
Back out into the cruel world.
Alone.
Liar.
My heart fully believes he wouldn’t do that. That, despite being adopted, he loves me and would keep me around no matter my shortcomings. It’s my brain that has the problem. Logically, I know it would be the ultimate sin in Dad’s eyes. The cleanliness, overachieving, and excelling at everything I do are all efforts to make him realize he didn’t make a mistake taking me in. That I’m worthy of his love.
But a sin like this?
Kissing and touching and sucking off his fiancé’s son?
It makes my gut churn violently.