Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Arden’s cock throbbed right next to his, and he couldn’t force himself to care whether what they were doing was gay or not. It was horny, fleshy, dirty, and all his. Just the thought that their spunk now stained Arden’s lacy panties made Mike kiss Arden with more excitement.
He grabbed the boy, pulled him close, and rolled them over so the lithe, warm body lay on top of his. It quivered in the aftermath of their orgasm, and Mike eagerly soothed Arden with long kisses trailed along his jaw.
Arden lifted his flushed face and shifted with Mike’s cock still in his panties, which was so ridiculously hot Mike’s gaze got cloudy. His bralette had shifted, revealing one nipple, and the curly hair was out of order.
“Um… so… that kiss got out of hand,” he muttered, and Mike grinned, petting Arden’s cheek with the back of his hand.
Maybe he should’ve been horrified that touching another man’s bits excited him rather than disgusted, but he really didn’t care. At thirty-seven, he’d just had an epiphany, and when his instinct told him to go ahead with something, he never fought it.
“Yeah, well. You’re just too hot to resist.”
Arden exhaled. “You’re not exactly Quasimodo either.” He pulled away and sat on Mike’s hips, triggering a fantasy of Arden riding his cock even though right now, Mike was so happily spent.
Mike stretched, content despite his cock starting to burn from rubbing against fabric earlier. “True. We’re both irresistible, baby,” he whispered, placing his hands on Arden’s hips.
Arden rubbed his face and kneeled to get Mike’s dick out of his panties, but ended up sliding them down altogether, and yep, he was fully shaved.
“But it shouldn’t have happened,” he groaned, his chest still flushed when he gave Mike’s cock a longing look.
Mike frowned.
He caught Arden’s hand and pulled to his mouth, kissing the warm middle of his palm. “Why, kitten? We both want it.”
“Because I promised myself to stop being a stupid slut and fuck men who can’t be in relationships with me.” He awkwardly untangled himself out of the spunk-soaked panties and sat his ass next to Mike, but didn’t pull his hand away. And while his flush was still sexy, the frown told Mike the boy was overthinking it all.
“You’re not stupid. And didn’t you tell me yourself that you’re not interested in relationships? Neither am I. We could have a good thing going,” Mike said, petting Arden’s perfectly smooth thigh and stealing glances at his softening cock. Even not in the heat of the moment, seeing it made Mike flush.
“Because I wasn’t. But with you, I eventually would be. I really like you Mike, but that’s exactly why I can’t do this. I’m sorry. We can still be kissing friends like before, right?” He swallowed, and as much as Mike hated what he was hearing, he wanted to wipe the worry off Arden’s face more than express his frustration.
This wasn’t the first time this had happened to him, but the first time it happened with a person he so desperately wanted to keep in his bed for longer. And it fucking sucked.
“Okay. Kissing friends. Got it,” he whispered, trying not to show his disappointment too much, already wondering whether he shouldn’t rethink his policy when it came to relationships. There were no guarantees he’d ever meet another unicorn like Arden and… no. No, he should not change anything. He’d chosen to stay single for a reason, and he would not listen to his dick when it came to juggling with Arden’s life.
Maybe it would be better that way.
“You wanna shower first?” Mike asked, once more glancing at all that tempting flesh. This one time would have to last him forever.
At least now he’d get to kiss that tempting mouth in private.
“Yeah, if I can. I’m so pumped out.” Arden laughed nervously, grabbed a towel, and was off, giving Mike one last glimpse of his gorgeous ass.
He wanted to howl, but whatever he’d discovered about himself tonight could no longer be explored, not with Arden at least, and when the boy disappeared in the bathroom, Mike rolled to his side and groaned into the pillow.
Maybe it was better that way. He’d already gotten far too attached to Arden for their own good, but the moment he remembered the dirty underwear lying on the edge of the bed, he sat up and sought it out, shivering at the memory of the glorious moment his and Arden’s cocks rubbed together beneath the flimsy lace. It was a wonder the fabric hadn’t torn.
Desire was back, faint but already there, prompting him to lean in and hover his face above the damp panties, so he could breathe in the musky scent of their sex.
If he was to ever open his heart again, could he be with a boy? Rain was right about one thing—he shouldn’t toy with Arden’s feelings if he wasn’t sure. Arden’s body was deliciously sexy, and Mike was into every last bit of it. This attraction changed his sexual identity. He just wasn’t sure how.