Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He inhales his pancakes, shrugging, and talks over his mouthful of food. “Maybe.”
We make it through breakfast, and Ashton surprises me by cleaning up. His apartment stays fairly clean now that I think about it. It’s just him that’s messy.
He makes us more coffee and then turns on his Xbox.
“Here.” He tosses me a controller. “Time for you to eat your words.”
NHL 20 comes on and I grin. “Man, this is my game. Sorry about your loss.”
“We haven’t even started yet,” he says, laughing.
“I’m about to whip your ass. Apologizing in advance.”
We start the game, and I learn very quickly that video games and real hockey aren’t the same. You can be Ashton, having never played a day of hockey in your life or even understand the rules, and annihilate.
“That’s another one, loser,” he says after every goddamn goal he gets.
He starts pissing me off and I shoulder check him. Not in the game, but on the couch. His smile is vicious and taunting.
“That’s another one, los—”
He doesn’t finish his statement because I steal his controller. We wrestle over it until I have him pinned on the couch.
“You’re such a sore los—” he starts, but I don’t let him say the word again.
My lips crash against his, noting how he tastes sweet like syrup. He groans in surprise, but then his fingers are sliding beneath the hem of my shirt and skating up my bare ribs. I’m hard as fuck and greedily grind my hips against him, noting he’s just as excited as I am. Our dicks rub together through our clothes, making us both moan.
Bad idea.
Such a bad idea.
But, goddamn does it feel good.
His tongue dominates mine and it only makes me want to take control more. Ashton is used to winning at everything he does. I kiss him like he’s mine and he has to obey me. His fight for the upper hand is a ruthless war done with his lips, tongue, and the taunting way his hands now grab my ass.
Fuck, this guy makes me crazy.
Last night, he grabbed my dick, clearly satisfied as fuck with himself over making me squirm. This morning, I don’t let him get there first. I nip at his lip and then jaw and then ear. He freezes when my hand tugs at the button on his jeans.
“I don’t like to lose,” I murmur against his ear.
His hips buck up. “Me neither.”
I manage to get his zipper down and then my hand is diving into his boxers. We both breathe heavily as I grip his thick cock.
“Fuck, Drew.” His voice is gravelly and sounds like a complaint. Everything out of Ashton’s mouth sounds like he’s bitching, but I’m starting to learn more about him. It’s just the way he is. His eager fingers ripping at my shirt and panting tells otherwise.
“Looks like you lost,” I taunt, running my thumb over the bead of precum on the tip of his dick.
“I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty, I’m the winner right now.” He groans, thrusting his hips up. “Fuck.”
Our mouths meet again and I kiss him brutally while stroking him. Based on his breathing, I can tell he’s close to coming. The moment he loses it, I smile against his lips. He makes a choked sound and then hot cum is soaking my hand. I stroke him until he’s good and messy and wrung dry.
“That was fun,” I tease against his lips.
“Game’s not over,” he growls.
I don’t try to stop him when he undoes my own jeans. No, my compliant ass lifts up to give him the access he needs. We both stare between us as he pulls my dick out of my pants. He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes it with that taunting ability he has.
I’m worthless right now.
Reduced to fucking his fist and begging to come.
He knows it too based on the triumphant gleam in his hazel eyes.
“Who’s the loser?” he teases, his hand jerking me off oh-so-fucking-good.
“You,” I volley back.
He laughs. “I got to come first. That makes me the winner.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“For some reason, you’re into assholes,” he challenges back. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”
Our eyes meet and I shake my head.
“So help me if you stop moving that hand,” I warn, “I’ll find some other place to stick my dick in.”
He laughs, wild and wicked, and continues stroking me. “I guess it’s a tie then.”
I close my eyes as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy. Then, I’m diving over the edge with a groan. My hot cum jets out, shooting all over him. I’m exhausted and overrun by lust-filled emotions. I fall against him, my heart racing in my chest.
My brain decides to catch up, reminding me this was a bad idea.
Too late now.
Ashton’s fingers run through my hair in a surprisingly tender move. Stupid me melts at the touch. I close my eyes, inhaling his clean, soapy scent. A smile tugs at my lips, knowing he’ll have to take another shower because he’s a fucking mess with both our cum all over him.