Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I unzipped his onesie to his navel and brushed it off his shoulders and down his tattooed arms. His skin was on fire. My hands turned warm from exploring.
He was small but toned from professional workouts with a personal trainer and hours-long performances that included choreography and demanded stamina. I took advantage of the opportunity to touch all of the curves and dips that had been off-limits before now.
When I got to the lower part of his belly, I reached around to his back and snuck my fingers down beneath the soft elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. I was hyperaware of his reaction, poised and ready to stop at any indication I was crossing a line.
He didn’t stop me.
I cupped the bare skin of his ass and squeezed.
“Bear.” His voice was a muffled whimper.
“I want to make you come,” I admitted, moving to whisper against his ear.
His dick pressed against my stomach as he arched into me. “Touch me.”
My gut twisted with need, but I didn’t make a move to touch his cock. It was a line I wouldn’t be able to uncross. I wanted to give him time to change his mind because one thing was clear: I wouldn’t be the one stopping this from progressing.
I was in control of many, many things, but stopping myself from touching Zane wasn’t one of them. Not unless he asked me to.
He didn’t wait for me to make a move. Zane grabbed my arm and moved my hand down the front of his onesie. “Touch me,” he said again, nearly panting with desire. His face was flushed, and his eyes glittered.
I didn’t even need to ask because he volunteered, “Yes, I’m sure,” he groaned. “Please.”
I reached into his underwear and pulled his cock out. It was hot and hard in my palm. Zane didn’t make a sound, but his eyes widened, and his lips opened in an O shape before his eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a low, jagged sound that went straight to my own cock.
Making him feel that good was like catching air when going over a rise on a cross-country ski run. My stomach swooped, and the breath caught in my lungs. I quickly licked my palm before grasping him again and tugging gently, watching his reaction to learn what he liked and what felt good. I experimented with different pressure and speed until his eyes rolled back, and he let out a jagged exhale.
“Gonna come.” His words were breathy, and his lips were wet from my kisses. He was so hot I wondered if just jacking him while seeing him this way was going to make me come, too.
His hands clenched around my shoulders, and his hips canted into my grip as I murmured encouragement in his ear.
When he came, Zane let out a strangled sound and shuddered. He hid his face in my neck as the orgasm ripped through him.
I couldn’t believe I’d gotten to see him like this, to share this moment of complete vulnerability with him, to make him feel good.
Even though my dick was throbbing painfully in my pants, it was enough.
“You,” he said.
I turned my face to press a kiss to his hair and ear. Thankfully, he couldn’t see what had to be a satisfied smile on my face.
He shuddered again. “Want to make you feel good, too.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he already did when he shocked me by sliding to the floor between my legs. When his warm brown eyes met mine, still hot with desire but also hesitant with insecurity, the saliva dried up in my mouth and throat.
Zane Hendley was on his knees for me with a look so fucking eager to please, the breath punched out of me in a huh sound.
He reached for the tie on my sweatpants while my brain computed the variables of the current situation at record speed. Should I stop him? Could I, even if I wanted to? Why would I want to? But maybe he was doing this out of obligation to reciprocate. Should I tell him he didn’t need to reciprocate? What if he stopped?
“Is this okay?”
My eyes shot from his hands to his face. Zane’s expression was even more unsure.
“Do you want this?” I asked, my voice sounding ragged and raw.
His jaw shifted, and his lips tightened, as if holding back more than he said. “Don’t make me beg.”
I slid my hips forward on the wooden chair, widening my legs to make room. When he reached for the tie on my pants again, I helped him slide them down and completely off.
Zane’s eyes zeroed in on my hard cock, making it jerk. I reached out to stroke it, which seemed to wake him from a trance. He knee-walked closer and pressed one hand on my thigh while he reached for my cock with the other. I released it to him and moved my hand to caress his cheek.