Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Definitely not hate. I couldn’t imagine Jay ever hating me. Not with the sneaky looks he gave me, or the flashes of the smile he’d offer me.
“Alright, go shower. You smell anyway.”
“What? No I don’t.” His eyebrows inched together. I could see his nose twitching. Probably trying to check himself.
God, I loved messing with him.
“I never said you smelled bad.” I gave him a wink and a grin as I leaned back into my pillows and grabbed the controller. I crossed my legs at the ankles and started the game up again. “I don’t think it’s even possible for you to smell bad. You always smell like… I dunno, roses? A little bit of leather? Some woodsy shit? Whatever it is, you always smell great.”
Jay pursed his lips and looked down at the bundle of clothes in his hands. “It’s Frank Slater. They make sure to source their colognes from all-natural ingredients. I didn’t know you liked it so much.”
“Jay, anything you do, wear, or say, I’m probably going to like.”
He looked like he was going to say some other smart, sarcastic comment that was going to make me want to kiss him even more. Instead, he shook his head and walked into the bathroom, sliding the door shut and locking it. The sound of the shower running came next, and I tried—really, I did—to not imagine him undressing only a couple of feet away from me.
I tried, and I failed. I could already practically imagine how his body would look standing naked and wet in front of me, water beading down his chest, over the divots of his hips, down his long and tasty dick.
I wanted him. Bad.
I set the controller down and slipped a hand into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I didn’t have to push anything aside or pull anything out. I shut my eyes and stroked. I’d been horny all day, so it didn’t take me long at all to get fully hard, my tip already wet with precum. In fact, ever since I started rooming with Jay, I found myself horny twenty-four seven. Normally, my sex drive was already high enough as it was, but something about being in such close quarters with a guy I wanted to lick from head to head to toe and back again made me sport a permanent boner.
My strokes got longer, my grip a little tighter. I could still hear the shower going. I throbbed in my grip, my balls feeling so fucking full.
Whatever, fuck it. I could blow off a quick nut and get back to thinking straight. I lifted my ass and pulled down my shorts. My stiff cock got stuck in the waistband and slapped my stomach when it was free.
I opened my legs and let a soft sigh escape my lips as I jerked off.
My strokes got faster, my balls tighter. Fuck, I wish I had Jay’s mouth to blow in.
Now that would be— “Ahhhhh!”
The shout came from inside the bathroom. I managed to pull up my shorts and get back onto my feet as the door slid open and Jay flew out. The towel that had been wrapped around his waist got snagged on the door handle and was yanked off, leaving him completely naked and falling directly into my arms. The water from the shower started to soak through my shirt and shorts. My cock twitched—so did Jay’s.
Well… this was certainly one way to live out my fantasy. The power of manifestation was pretty damn wild, huh? I had to remember to apologize to my crystal-carrying cousin, who always told me all I had to do to receive something was ask the universe for it.
Okay, universe, now please make Jay’s cock land in my mouth. Pretty please?
Chapter Five
Jay
I hated Ryan.
Seriously. And I rarely ever allowed myself to feel that emotion. It was toxic.
Something else I hated?
“Spider,” I said, looking up into Ryan’s green eyes. “In the shower.”
The funny thing about hate, though? Sometimes it very much resembled its complete opposite cousin: love. Passionate, irrational, mind-altering.
As Ryan currently had my hardening cock against his own stiffening dick, hate became one of the last emotions I could even think about.
Love, on the other hand?
Yeah, I could see myself loving this.
Which was why I had to will myself to stop.
Maybe it’s not really hate that I’m feeling…“I, uh, you okay?” Ryan asked, his arms wrapped around me. I had my hands pressed against his chest. I could feel his heart beating against my palm through his white tee. And… holy shit. I was rock hard now. So was he.
But I didn’t want to separate. Not yet.
Ryan flashed me a cocky smile. “You know, if you wanted to cuddle with me, you could have asked.”
“Who says you aren’t the one who wanted to cuddle with me? Maybe you planted that huge hairy-ass spider in the bathroom?”