Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
My face went bright red, and I glanced down at my cum-soaked boxer briefs. “No need for that,” I admitted. “I’m good.”
“Oh, wow,” Kage said in a soft voice. “Baby, that’s hot. You just came like that?”
Now it was his turn to get on his knees, only I didn’t have to tell him to. He did it all on his own. He leaned in and pressed his open mouth to the fabric of my boxers, enclosing my waning erection within his warm mouth. What he was doing felt amazing, mouthing me through my wet shorts. Then he pulled them down and all the way off my legs, tossing them to the side like he had his own.
Ever so gently, he used his tongue and lips to clean me, mindful of the post-ejaculation sensitivity of the head of my dick. I shuddered at the sensation of his warm tongue dragging along my softening flesh, and of his lips nipping playfully at my inner thighs. The sheer intimacy of it all was staggering.
Once, he looked up and smiled at me as he worked. “So sweet,” he said quietly, sounding unlike himself, and my heart squeezed so hard in my chest I thought it would stop beating.
When it was all over, and we were both floating around the apartment on endorphins, Kage fixed us each a protein shake. Then he got dressed for a night run.
I had no clean underwear, so Kage tossed me a pair of his boxers. They were large, and I had to roll the waistband down once. He chuckled when he saw me doing it. “Do I need to run to the store and get you some underwear?”
“No, I’ll wear these.” In truth, he would’ve had to pry them from my cold, dead fingers. Wearing his underwear gave me a sense of being close to him, of belonging to him. In that moment, I think I understood exactly why my girlfriends had always wanted to wear my jerseys.
And why I hadn’t let them.
Kage shrugged noncommittally, but there was pride in his expression that he couldn’t disguise. He wanted it, too. Wanted to run alongside me through the streets and trails of Vegas, knowing that I was wearing his underwear, and that we’d just been in each other’s mouths.
After our run, we settled into bed together, both of us exhausted and ready to go to sleep. Kage rolled over and spooned me like he had at the infamous slumber party. Just like then, it felt so safe and comfortable in his arms, like I was meant to be there. That scared me more than I wanted to admit.
16
THE drive home the next day was laid back and relaxing. Kage wore his boots and a pair of loose, faded jeans that hung from his hipbones and showed his striped purple boxer shorts. He pulled on a simple plain V-neck tee and drew his hair into that cute topknot.
He caught me staring at him about ten times before we even made it to the car.
“What is it?” he asked finally.
“I don’t know. You look… good.”
“Better than usual?” He glanced down at his attire. “What do you like? I’ll wear it every day.”
I laughed. “Those jeans and boxers for one. But I think it’s just maybe, I don’t know.”
We were on our way to the front desk to check out, and he stopped at the elevators and pushed the button for the lobby. “Out with it, college boy. Use your words.”
“I guess I feel sort of like I can look at you now. Like I couldn’t really before, but now I can.”
“Oh, I get it.” He raised a brow and gave me one of his devilish grins. “You mean since you’ve had my cock in your mouth, now you can admit that you find me irresistibly attractive.”
“Something like that.”
The empty elevator arrived, and we stepped on. The doors slid closed behind us.
Kage immediately set our luggage down, crowded me, and backed me into a corner. He pulled his t-shirt up to reveal his abs and boxers. “You like that?”
I looked down and took in the sight of that body I was becoming addicted to. “Yes.”
He kissed me softly on the lips and put his hand on my dick, cupping my balls and rubbing me through my shorts. Through his boxers I was still wearing.
“You like this?” he asked between kisses.
I sighed and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”
He shoved his hand down under my sac and stretched his fingers back between my legs, pressing his fingertips up into the crack of my ass and putting the barest of pressure on my hole.
I gasped and went up on my toes.
“I’m going to fuck you. You know that, right?” He dropped his mouth to the side of my throat and pressed warm, soft kisses there. “I’m so hard right now just thinking about it.” He groaned and bit into me, not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt in a good way.