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)
And you liked coming in my mouth.
You liked it so fucking much.
“Knock much?” he asked.
“You told me it was open.”
“Still could give a guy a little warning.”
I puffed out a laugh. “You didn’t want the warning.”
He lifted an eyebrow at me. “Excuse me?”
Instinct flashed through me in a moment. I walked over to him and unceremoniously reached out to put a firm palm against his cock through the fabric of his shorts.
He was hard.
Not a half-chub, not a semi.
Hard for me.
Which certainly made me respond just as quickly, blood rushing to my dick like I was Pavlov’s dog to Max’s erections.
“See?” I told him. “You liked it.”
He groaned. “Fuck off.”
His hand came down onto the front of my jeans, pawing for my cock, too. “What point are you trying to prove? You’re just as hard.”
“Maybe it turns me on to catch you lying, just like it turns you on to catch me with my cock out.”
He let his palm slide away from my package, and I wished he’d have kept it right where it was.
He tried to glare at me, but I could tell he wasn’t really mad because he kept looking at my lips. Just like he had last night.
“I wasn’t lying. When did you hear me say, hi, Draven, good morning, and by the way, my cock is flaccid?”
I snorted. I gave his shaft one good, firm squeeze through the soft material of his shorts, then let it go. He let out a breath. I saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
I wanted to sink my cock into his mouth, and make him take it to his throat in a way I knew he’d learn to love.
Or maybe shove it into his ass and feel how tight he must be, inexperienced as he was, and watch his face flush as he learned to love the pain and the intense pleasure it would give him afterwards.
Bad, bad Draven. As usual.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ve got the system in the truck. One camera for the front, one for the back, and floodlights for each side of the place. We’ll be able to monitor them from anywhere, using your phone.”
He walked over to his kitchen counter and picked up a tall bottle, cocking his head at me. “We? What do you mean we will be able to monitor them?”
“You and me. That’s what I mean.”
“You’re not going to have access to my house cameras.”
“Trust me, you’re going to want another pair of eyes on them for anytime you’re over at the Hard Spot.”
He was scooping protein powder into the tall bottle. “If I’m at the bar, then nobody is going to murder me from my house.”
“You really are too sweet for your own good.”
“Why?”
“They would wait for you at your house, then murder you once you got home. And I’m not going to let that happen.”
He looked at me like he wanted to bring a wide jab to the side of my face right about now. “I’m still not convinced that you won’t murder me in my fucking sleep,” he told me. “I don’t even want cameras, but if they have to be here, I’m going to be the one with control of them.”
“Anybody ever tell you how stubborn you are?”
“Only guys who swallow my cum.”
I bit down on my tongue. Before I could respond Max started his blender going with some godawful mixture of greens, protein, and fruits, the loud sound filling the air in his home. I headed out and grabbed the equipment for the security system, bringing it out to the front porch and getting started on the installation.
I worked for about an hour in peace. The sky overhead was overcast, slowly darkening as the morning went on. Max went for a run, and I worked in silence. It was an easy setup for the cameras in the back and front, and after I’d gotten them in place I headed back inside to finish connecting them to the network.
Max was back soon after, sweat glistening all over as he breathed heavy after the run.
“That was quicker than I expected,” he said.
“Not quite finished yet. I need your phone.”
He pulled it out and tossed it next to where I was sitting on the couch. “Going to shower off.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the water running a moment later.
Max had left me with his unlocked phone and the temptation to check out his photos or leave a nude photo of my own was massive.
He was too trusting.
Exactly why he needed things like the security system in the first place.
I’d only been setting up the app on his phone for a minute before notifications started popping up at the top of his screen. My eyes scanned over the private messages, all from people who were fans of his cocktail videos. Some of them were the usual, normal type of comments that people left on recipe videos—saying they tried the drinks, or that Max was creative, or that the drink sounded weird but amazing.