Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Need you naked. Now,” I said. I knew I was being demanding, but I didn’t really care.
“Impatient,” he said.
“I know.”
“And I love it.”
He slowly took off everything he was wearing, too, taking his sweet time as if he wanted to draw it out and tantalize me even more.
He really was fucking beautiful. Somehow masculine and soft all at once, with little stretches of light-colored hair in all the right places. His hard, muscled body looked like it could be a statue. A particularly pornographic statue, in my opinion, especially now, when his very erect cock bounced free of his clothes. It made my mouth water.
“You want to know something weird that I just remembered?’ I asked him.
“Please,” he said.
“I’ve always gotten a little hard watching you install light fixtures,” I said, the memory coming from out of nowhere. “I probably should have known I was at least partially attracted to men.”
He laughed, caught off guard. “No way.”
“Oh, yes,” I told him. “Even years ago.”
“Why light fixtures, specifically?”
“There’s a lot of… reaching involved with installing ceiling fixtures, I guess,” I said. “Your arms always looked so strong. At the time I just figured I was jealous of your physique, but now I know what it really was.”
He hummed, satisfied, and pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck. “Good.”
“Sometimes your shirt would ride up a little bit, too,” I said. “Some skin would peek out above the waistband of your jeans, just above your tool belt. It definitely made me hard. I ignored it and just went out in the evenings and hooked up with girls.”
“You don’t have to ignore it now,” he said. “You can watch me install light fixtures anytime.”
“Oh, hell yes. You’re turning me on.”
He glanced down at my insanely hard cock, then back up at me. “Pretty sure you’ve been turned on for the last half an hour.”
I waved a hand. “Try the last two hours. Or all night.”
He licked his lips, then glanced over to the other side of the room. “Here,” he said. He got up and walked over to the ladder that was leaning on the wall and set it up in the little alcove above his dining table. He went up a couple of rungs and then reached up toward the ceiling, pretending he was working on the ceiling light fixture. He stretched one arm up high, the muscles of his forearm tensing and bulging in all the right places.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I said, walking over toward him. I was very amused by his little charade, but I was undoubtedly turned on. As he reached up toward the light, I came up below him, sliding my palm up the perfect, downy hair on his thigh. I squeezed his ass as I kissed him on the hip.
“I’d offer to do all the contracting work on your new place naked, but that’s incredibly dangerous.”
“I’ll settle for having you naked all of the other times,” I said. “But right now I think I need you to fuck me, because holy Christ, you are hot.”
He turned to me, lifting one eyebrow. “You want me to do that?”
“I have wanted your cock inside me all night, yes,” I said, “and I’m not afraid to say it.”
His eyes traveled up and down my body, and for a moment he was silent. He came down the ladder and slid his hand to the side of my face. “I didn’t know you’d even be interested in getting fucked.”
I shrugged one shoulder, trying to hide the fact that I had little fireworks going off inside me. “I’ve always been curious. I’ve put stuff inside me before, but the idea of having your cock in me is…” I trailed off, looking down at the tip of my own dick, which was now leaking a bead of precum.
“I forgot about that,” Jack said. “God, I tried so hard not to fantasize about that when you told me you were experimenting with plugs.”
“I told you that?”
“Of course you did,” he said. “We were on a camping trip once and you casually mentioned it. It took a lot of effort not to get turned on.”
“I still can’t believe you were interested in me like that,” I said, shaking my head. “You always seemed to want guys who were so different from me.”
“And those guys never worked out for me,” he said softly. “Big dudes who barely wanted to show any affection. I guess the only affection I wanted was from you, even then.”
“Is there a way to affectionately pound me so hard I beg for more?”
His lips quirked up into a smile. He gently shoved me backward toward the couch, leaning me forward onto the long chaise. “Hands on the couch. Bend over for me.”
A thrill shot through me as I posed for him, pushing my ass out. “I know it’s going to hurt at first, and I don’t care. Fuck me.”