Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He breathed deeply. “Can’t stand you. You’re never going to give me anything.”
“I can’t give you what you want. But I can promise you that I’ll give you some things you desperately fucking need.”
He moaned deeply and I watched as his face flushed even redder, his eyes locked right on me.
I knew he was watching me, and me only.
His eyes on mine, even through this screen. It was like seeing chess pieces sliding into place, positioned perfectly, each move exactly as I’d wanted it to be.
I was becoming too fond of him.
I was starting to feel like he was mine. More than a passing thrill, more than a way to waste time in Tennessee.
A dangerous, possessive urge slid through my veins, heating me through.
And he was going to come for me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come—” he said, and I watched as a few streaks of cum shot up, landing on the cotton of his tank top, painting it in white. “Oh, God.”
“Let me see it.”
“What?”
“Let me see it,” I repeated.
He swallowed hard, then panned the camera downward. The image wasn’t nearly as clear as I wished it was, but I saw his cock, with his fingers wrapped around it, cum dripping down the back of his hand and flooding the tip.
“This… this is never going to happen again,” he said.
“No,” I said. “Not like this. It’s going to be in person next time.”
He groaned, the camera panning back up to his face.
I watched him rest his head on the back of his couch for a moment, exposing the soft curve of his neck.
I gripped my cock, squeezing tight, my heart beating steadily in my chest.
Don’t get involved wasn’t really an option anymore.
Because just fucking look at him.
So perfect. So goddamn fuckable and open and willing.
I didn’t care if he didn’t belong to me—all I saw when I looked at him was something that I wanted to be mine.
“I didn’t know I could come that hard just from my own hand,” he breathed. My cock throbbed in my fist.
“You have no idea how good it can be.”
Chapter 7
Max
Ididn’t run into Draven around town for days on end, but I felt his presence.
Every.
Fucking.
Moment.
After the video call, I pretended I could hang up and go on with my life as normal.
That didn’t exactly work out.
Each morning I’d woken up to a message from him.
Twice it was a photo of the outline of his cock as he gripped it through his tight boxer briefs. Once it was a photo of him out on his new land, on the saddle of Ember, who had a dark brown coat and a black mane. Sometimes it was a text message, telling me to open the front door, for little gifts he left.
One morning he’d ordered me an iced coffee, and another morning he’d returned my Glenfiddich whiskey with two replacement bottles. Once, it was a red rose, stripped of its thorns, which probably came from the rose bushes outside Mr. Marsden’s old property. His property, now.
This morning?
It was just a text, with a question.
Draven
So, you can’t stand me. But would you ever watch me come?
Max
What kind of question is that?
It’s me asking if you like to watch.
Something tingled inside me.
I did like to watch.
Even before I’d ever met Draven and he’d started driving me crazy, I sometimes watched videos online of guys coming, especially if they were in public. It always felt more like curiosity to me than anything intensely sexual, but…
The idea of watching Draven come felt like more than just curiosity.
Max
If you want to show off that badly, then sure. Attention whore.
Draven
Love when you talk to me like that. How romantic.
He didn’t message back for around half an hour, but there was a video message I found when I next opened his texts.
I pushed play.
It was a short clip of him holding out a Hard Spot t-shirt—the same one I wore a lot, a pink tank top. At first I was confused, watching a video of nothing other than a shirt.
But then a ribbon of white came down onto the fabric.
My chest tightened as I watched him come onto the shirt, streaking it in white, then run his fingertips quickly through it right at the end.
I replayed the video, looking for a glimpse of his cock, but he’d kept it out of frame on purpose, I was pretty sure.
But he’d sent me this. Like he was proud to show off his load, knowing that he was filming it for me.
Why do I like that so goddamn much?
I barely registered what I was doing as I pulled my cock out, gripping around it as it ached.
I came to the video, fast and rushed, before I could stop myself.
After sitting in my living room feeling like I was losing my mind for a solid half an hour, I knew I had to do something more normal.