Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“Yes, really!” Jake would give Vars a taste of his own medicine. Enough was enough. “Or are we sharing everything here? Is this my bag now?” He crossed into Vars’s half and grabbed a duffel bag off Vars’s bed.
His new roommate gave a short sound, but it was muted by the rapid thumping in Jake’s ears when the contents of the bag scattered over the floor.
So many fake dicks, not always in the shape of actual dicks, but there was no doubt that all the jiggly black pieces, as well as the glass ones, were meant for penetrating someone. Dildos were joined by condoms, leather straps, a piece of chain, a hood, some kind of flogger, and many other things Jake had seen in porn but never used.
Who carried this kind of stuff when the rest of their luggage consisted of a single backpack? What could Vars have in there? A gimp suit?
Jake only realized he’d yelped when he heard his own voice, and he quickly faked a smile, even though hot vapor was about to explode out of the boiling pot of his brain. “Nope, definitely not my bag.”
His breath hitched as he found himself unable to take his eyes off the flogger and the empty holes in the hood. Who was this guy?
Jake was still overwhelmed when Vars grabbed his shoulder so hard he recoiled. Hot, thick fingers dug into the flesh of his jaw too, forcing him to meet the stern gaze. Vars’s cheeks were red with anger, eyes blazing fire at Jake.
“If you touch my stuff one more time, we’ll be talking differently, boy!”
No matter how much Jake fought his reaction, the sound of Vars’s deep voice went right down to his balls and made his dick twitch. It was wrong on so many levels, but from the moment their eyes first met, Vars kept triggering some kind of electric glitch in Jake, and the repercussions wouldn’t end, making Jake react with violent arousal any time Vars took charge of their interactions.
So Jake reacted in the only way that came to his mind. With violence. “Then get off my side of the room!” He shoved at Vars’s chest with his elbow and tried to slide out of Vars’s hands, but the fucker had biceps the size of Jake’s head.
The world spun around Jake, and within a split second he ended up flat against the wall, with Vars’s mountainous body pressing tightly against his.
“We are done with this. I’m not playing fucking sides of the room. What are you, five?” Vars hissed.
“You’re a guest here! This is my room! Mine!” Jake’s oasis of peace, his little slice of privacy. Being forced to give it up was beyond unfair in a house with so many empty rooms that Vars could fill with as many dildos as he wanted. He wiggled in Vars’s grip. He wouldn’t have admitted to it under torture, but he enjoyed that Vars wouldn’t let go. His leather-clad dick pressed against Jake’s ass. It wasn’t hard yet, but what if it did stiffen? What would Jake do then?
Vars kept him steady, not trying to force him to the bed or twist back his arms. He stood motionless, as if he were simply waiting for Jake to calm down.
“This isn’t ideal for me either, but if we’re to share, then it’s time to just acknowledge that this is what’s going to happen.”
Jake’s eyes went wide. “Sex?”
Vars stilled, but then erupted with laughter. “I’m happy to hear you’re so hot for me. I meant the cohabitation, but I’m down with the sex too.”
Jake hit back with an elbow, and by Vars’s groan he realized he must have managed to cause some damage. “I’m not ‘down with that’!” He managed to untangle himself out of the freakishly strong arms, only for Vars to grab his arm as soon as he turned around. The flogger and chains were still on the floor, staring at Jake ominously. “I’m not into whatever freaky shit you do!”
Vars’s nostrils flared as he looked back at Jake. “I thought you enjoyed serving your seniors.”
Jake wasn’t like that at all. He served the members because they earned their positions. Did he enjoy it? Sure, but he was gay, so that made sense. Nerves were a tight bundle in Jake’s stomach, the hot bile once more rising in his throat. He bent in half at the pain it caused, but then something hot and gooey trickled out of his ear and down the side of his face.
“We’re equals no matter how old you are!” he choked out to Vars, but his attention was getting scattered.
Was he bleeding? No, the liquid felt too thick and gooey to be blood. With his nerves strung tight, he cowered by the window, desperate to get away from the heat and strength of Vars’s arms.