Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I like sucking your cock,” he tells me.
“That’s good because I like being in your mouth.” I use my other hand to play with my balls, skin sensitive and body feeling like a live wire.
“I would…lie between your legs…bury my face in your sac. I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I like it when you’re musky…love that heady scent of you.”
“Fuck,” I groan, trying to keep myself from shooting. “What else? Tell me what you would do.”
“I…oh, shit…I already want to come. I’d take you as deep into my mouth as I could. Your cock stretches my lips, but I like it. Love the way I have to work to accommodate your girth.”
“Fuck yes.” I slip my other hand between my legs and circle my rim. “Would you play with my hole? I’d want your tongue and your fingers. You can work me open with your mouth and then fuck me with your fingers while you take my cock so well.”
“Holy shit. God…I can’t…what the fuck!” His body tightens, bows off the chair as he works his fist faster and his full balls draw up. Cum spurts from his tip, landing against his belly and chest as he jerks himself through his orgasm.
Hayes slumps against the chair, face even redder than it was before.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen. At least not yet. Jesus. I can’t believe I just did that.”
I chuckle and wish I were there so I could kiss him, so I could lick up all the cum on his chest. “I have that effect on people.”
“I hate you.”
“Make me come.”
He freezes for a moment, like he’s unsure again, but then says, “I, um…wanna taste you. I’d let you fuck my mouth, work so hard to get your load. I’d have to prove to myself that I can, that I could make you come.”
“You could. You so fucking could.” I work my dick faster, my body beginning to tingle.
“But then I would pull off.”
“Hey, where are you going?” I tease.
Hayes chuckles. “Not far. I want…I’d climb on top of you…straddle you…I’ve never taken a cock that big before, but I want to do it. Want to ride you. Jesus…I can’t believe how much.”
“You’d ride me so good. I bet you’d play with my pecs while you took my cock so well.”
“You want it, don’t you? Want me? Want to fuck me?” His questions aren’t part of the game anymore. He’s serious, unsure, and I hate the insecurity in his tone.
“I’m dying to get inside that ass. I’d give you mine too. Fuck you until I bust my nut and then turn ass up for you.”
Light dances in my vision, body tense and jittery as my balls draw up and my orgasm washes over me. I shoot all over myself, balls emptying what feels like a never-ending amount of jizz before I slump back against the bed.
“That was so fucking hot,” I say in unison with his, “I can’t believe I just did that…and said all that.”
“You were so good for me.” I move the laptop beside me, then curl on my side on the bed so I’m facing it, facing him. I pull the blankets up, feeling guilty about the mess I’ll leave but not having the energy to move.
“I should go,” Hayes tells me.
“Not yet.”
He sighs, then uses his shirt to wipe up the mess on his stomach.
“What will you wear home?”
“I have another one here.”
“What was wrong earlier?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head.
“You can trust me, cutie.”
“Why are you calling me that?”
I suddenly feel all mushy inside. What is it about this man? “Because it’s true. You’re so fucking cute, and you’re good luck.”
“But I’m not lucky. Not really. What’s going to happen when you realize that?”
“I get to decide who you are to me.” And the thing is, I like Hayes. Not in the way Mads was thinking, but I like him, and when this season is over, I still want to be friends with him. “What happened?”
He sighs and sits up straighter. “The Jilted Exes want to hang out with me.”
I frown, unsure why that is a big deal. “Have you done that before?”
“Just once. They want us to become friends. To have some kind of support group. It makes no sense.”
“I’d argue that it makes a lot of sense. You guys went through something traumatic together, and you did it in the public eye. I think it would be good for you all to become a support system for each other. Give it a chance. If it doesn’t work out, at least you tried.” I want this for him. Hayes needs more in his life than work. He deserves happiness and friendships and amazing sex. And if one day he decides he wants it, he deserves love too. “Do it for me?” I flutter my lashes playfully.