Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I couldn’t breathe as I watched him. The light from the TV illuminated him perfectly. I could see the thick shaft in his hand, the dark pink tip. I wanted to move closer. I needed to know if he was leaking precum. I imagined how it would taste it on my tongue, but I had to stay hidden. Tonight wasn’t the night, but I was going to get so much more of a show than I’d even wished for.
Was he thinking about me as his hand wrapped around his cock or only the men on the screen? I wished I could see them too. I needed to know what he was into, though I was certain I could make him like anything I wanted to do to him. He was so fucking responsive.
His hand began to move up and down on his cock, slow at first, then faster. His eyes remained on the screen, his lips parted, and his chest rose and fell as his movements sped up.
I fought it as long as I could, then I unzipped my pants and pulled out my own cock. No way in hell could I watch him without getting myself off.
He closed his eyes and sank his teeth into his lower lip. I heard one of the men he was watching grunt loudly like he was coming. Zeke gasped, opening his eyes again. He focused on the screen as his hand worked in rough, fast strokes. His thighs tensed as he lifted his hips, fucking his hand.
That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to see your face when you do.
What would it be like to say those words to him out loud? To feel his reaction under me, to hold him down and make him come again and again until he was too exhausted to move. What would it take to wear him out completely?
I was going to find out.
My hand worked slowly as I watched him. He lifted the remote and paused the video. The sound of the TV cut out, but light from the screen remained. I squeezed my cock, waiting to see what would happen next. No way was he going to leave himself hanging. Although a guy with a denial kink would be so much fun to play with. I’d keep him from coming for days. I’d have him in tears.
No, he wasn’t going to wait, he pushed off his boxers and let his head drop back on the couch as he worked himself again, faster and faster.
His mouth formed words, but I couldn’t hear them. It looked like his was saying please over and over. As long as he asked me nicely, I’d do whatever he wanted, no matter how filthy it was.
His other hand gripped his balls, tugging on them, squeezing them, making them bulge in their sac. I wanted to lick and suck them to tease him, only tasting him there and leaving his dripping, begging cock alone.
Fuck. My hand was moving faster now. I was so fucking close. I wanted to break in though the sliding door, hold him down, and come all over him. I wanted him covered in my seed, marked as mine.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he drove up into his hand and cried out. He was so close; I could feel it. The tension in the air was thick, heavy. It was killing me to hold back, but I wasn’t going to come until I saw him. I needed to study every single detail of his reaction to pleasure.
His mouth moved again, and I wanted him to be calling my name, to be picturing me jerking him off, sucking him, driving deep inside him.
His face scrunched as his body went rigid and cum shot from his cock. I jerked myself faster, keeping a tight grip on my cock. Zeke was so fucking beautiful with his abdomen coated in spunk, his chest, neck, and face flushed red. His mouth hung open, and his chest rose and fell so rapidly I wondered if he’d be okay. He lay still, but he had a smile on his face. I needed to be the one to put that smile there. He fucking better have been thinking of me. I was going to erase every other man from his mind.
That did it, I gave myself one final stroke and spilled my cum onto his balcony.
8
ZEKE
It took me several moments to catch my breath. Had I ever come that hard from my own hand before? I didn’t think so.
The porn I’d found was seriously hot. That had to be the reason. It wasn’t because I’d been thinking of my stalker the whole time.
If only that was true.
Fuck. I’d hardly paid attention to the two men on the screen even as one of them got fucked within an inch of his life. The bigger man had been harsh, brutal, like I wanted my stalker to be with me. I’d been imaging everything he might do to me and wishing it was his hand wrapped around me, gripping me tightly and pinning me down.