Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Regroup?” I asked because my brain still felt fuzzy from that declaration.
“If either of us feels strange or needs a time-out.” He’d successfully gotten all my buttons undone, and feeling the air on my bare skin made me tremble. “I think as long as we’re honest with each other about how we feel and what we want, and as long as we make it a point to put our friendship first, we could make it work.”
“True.” I felt more hopeful now. And damn, his words made it seem like we were long-lost lovers instead of just childhood friends, and it made my chest throb.
But that wasn’t what this was. Maybe if we bit the bullet, I could finally get rid of the itch I felt under my skin. Or I’d realize it was no big deal being casual and having fun with someone I was attracted to. And yet…there was that other big thing hanging over my head, so I said, “I can’t be with someone if they’re messing around with other people.”
His eyes swung up to meet mine. “Thing is, it’s been impossible to be with anyone else since I started wanting you.”
I gasped, couldn’t hold it back.
“I know. I can’t believe it either,” he teased. Then his features grew serious. “So that includes the Jaspers of the world?”
“Ja—of course. I don’t want anyone else either. Wait, were you jealous?”
“Maybe,” he replied, glancing away, which was endearing.
“How about I kiss you instead?” And without waiting for a reply, I pressed our mouths together and got lost in a heated kiss that made my dick stiffen even further than when he’d first climbed on my lap. I couldn’t imagine everything else between us not being equally as good, but what if I was wrong? I drew my mouth away. “What if we’re not compatible?”
I could see by how his eyes widened that he knew what I was referring to. We were both twinky bottoms—unless you counted my deep-seated curiosity that had only strengthened over the years. So maybe exploring some things with Skylar would lay those ideas to rest.
“What if we are?” He arched a brow, and I laughed.
Then we simply stared at each other. I had no more arguments to make, and so it was settled. The only thing left to do was to go for it, cross that line. His ass bearing down on my shaft made that decision much easier.
“Sounds like a deal.” I stood up with him in my arms, and he squealed and wrapped his legs around my waist. He was lighter than I thought he would be, though we were about the same size.
As I strode to my bedroom, Skylar put his mouth against my ear. “I like this side of Clark Kent. Is this where you transform into Superman?”
“Guess you’ll have to see,” I said in a rough voice because I was so lit up for him, I could barely contain myself.
Once I set him down on the edge of the bed, I stripped the shirt from my shoulders and pushed down my pants and underwear, and he did the same, his shorts and shirt lofted to the floor.
I looked him over, looked at his stiff nipples and pebbled skin, and gave in to the urge to run my hand across his collarbones, which made him shiver. Kneeling in front of him, I leaned toward his shaft, which was flushed at the tip. “This okay?”
“Fuck yes.” He fisted his cock and angled it toward my waiting lips. A groan tore from his throat at the first lash of my tongue, and the salty burst of precome across my taste buds was potent and heady.
I wrapped my lips around the crown, and he arched his back and moaned. “So good.” I could feel my cheeks flushing from the compliment as I sucked more of his shaft in my mouth, working my tongue along a vein.
He swept a stray hair from my temple as he watched his length disappear between my very willing lips. Damn, that was pretty hot. I wanted to make this good for him, but I was also letting my desires lead me. I forced aside any doubts about my bedroom skills. This was just me and him, and so far, so good.
As I took more of him to the back of my throat, his hand tightened in my hair. “Oh fuck, wait.”
When I drew back, he urged me onto the mattress and on my side. Then he sank down opposite me, his cock within reach, bumping my chin. A joke about the sixty-nine position bubbled to my lips, then flitted away when I suddenly felt the heat of his mouth surrounding my shaft. “Jesus.” Goose bumps lined my skin as his tongue licked a stripe up and down my length, then circled the head. “Sky…damn.”