Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Fuck. I could eat him up. His parted lips are so inviting, his long legs in stockings tease my dick, and the green shorts are indeed too small, so they dig into his crack the way I want my fingers to.
I distract myself by handing him the towel, and he hugs it.
“I’ve got a sweater for you that will definitely not be too small.” I smile and show off my own creation with nerves eating me up. The oversized knitted top is red, and adorned with all the Christmas goodness one could want. Gift boxes with ribbons, reindeer, turkey, funny Santa faces and candy canes, all surrounding the words Oh what fun! I made it with thick wool, and then sewed on some of the other elements I’d crocheted.
Maybe I did have a bit too much time on my hands last Christmas.
Blake smiles and takes the garment from my hands. “Wow! That’s… really something. Very festive. And looks warm. Thank you,” he adds, meeting my gaze. The green hue of his eyes might be cool, but I can sense warmth when they settle on me. “I wish my brother was here to see this.”
I reach out to him, and when he doesn’t shy away, I gently stroke his arm. We leave the sweater behind, and I lead him toward the bathroom.
“Do you usually spend Christmases with him?” I ask, eager to know more about him.
Blake clears his throat. “Um… not really. He likes to visit his friends in Aspen during Christmas time. But it would be nice, right? You could meet him.”
My heart melts. He’s already envisioning me meeting his family? I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I think the near-death experience must have bonded him to me in ways matching on Grindr never could.
“It would. And there’s still quite some time left until Christmas. Maybe the dust will settle and we’ll be able to plan something special? I’m sorry it’s so basic here,” I say as soon as we walk into the bathroom, which is covered with white tiles from floor to ceiling. It has an open shower and features a toilet behind a wall farther down.
“No, no, I’m very grateful for everything. I don’t even want to think what that other guy wanted to do to me. But you came. You saved me,” Blake says, and as he swallows, I greedily follow the movement of his Adam’s apple, already imagining my dick in his soft mouth.
He toes off his shoes and as he enters the wet room, I can’t help but focus on his pert ass flexing as he moves. He points to the sink. “May I brush my teeth first? I must have had a million cookies.”
“Sure, yes, of course.” I pass him a new toothbrush and toothpaste.
Blake doesn’t waste any more time, but as he leans over the sink, he gives me the most perfect view of his ass. It’s impossible not to look.
“I wish we could have met under better circumstances,” I say, leaning against the door frame as he glances over his shoulder, seeking something.
Once he’s done, Blake turns around to face me. “Me too.”
I swallow as he takes another step back, and then lifts the tight shirt. Stretchy fabric rolls up his perfect skin and leaves his nipples pebbled. He stills with his arms tangled up in the top behind his head and glances straight at me.
“D-do you need help?” I choke out, already stepping forward.
He has the perfect body. Lean but with defined muscles, his shoulders are wide, and the shorts hang low enough on his hips to show off the V-shape I wish to follow south.
His bare chest sinks as he exhales before offering me not one but three nods. He’s nervous, I can see, but it warms my heart to see him reach out.
I step closer, and he spins on his heel again, showing me his naked back. I should focus on the fabric tangled around his arms, but how can I resist the lure of his spine when it directs my gaze into his shorts?
He smells faintly of spice and wood, the mint of the toothpaste and hot chocolate. Maybe it’s just been too long since I’ve been this intimately close to another man, but the hesitant yet sensual way he’s moving draws me in, as if he wants to tell me something without words. When our eyes meet once again, I feel myself leaning in.
The fabric stretched between his forearms presses against my throat, but then he’s touching his minty lips to mine.
Chapter 6
Blake
I’m terrified and about fifty percent sure this whole thing will end with my death, but when Nico opens the seam of my mouth with his tongue, my knees go so soft I grab him to steady myself. I’m giving my first-ever kiss to a homicidal maniac, and it should not feel this good.