Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Stop thinking about Donovan!
I don’t have a problem thinking about him, but he might not like it. I already asked the guy to jerk off with me. I’m full of best-friend fouls tonight. Perving on your person while jerking off has to be breaking some kind of bro-code rules, doesn’t it? Especially when I’ve never thought about a dude when it comes to sex before. This is a new development, but I’m too blissed out to even think about it that much.
I push the tip of my finger into my ass, use my other hand to pay a lot of attention to my head. I’m so fucking sensitive, every inch of me feeling like it’s lit up and the fuse is getting shorter and shorter.
I know Donovan is more of a bottom than a top. He loves his ass played with. Does he have a finger or two inside himself right now? He’s the reason I do—not because of my sudden obsessive thoughts; I tried it years ago because I knew he liked it. I wanted to know what made Donovan feel so good, and he’s right. It’s fan-fucking-tastic.
A soft whimper slips past my lips while I stroke and fuck myself. Does Donovan make noises when he comes? How big are his loads? Mine are fucking huge, and a strange question pops into my head: would Donovan think my big loads are hot?
I pull my finger almost all the way out, then push it in again, hand tugging hungrily at my cock. A vision of Donovan arching off the bed fills my mind, of him shooting on those pretty abs, his load against his gorgeous brown skin.
My whole body shakes. My vision goes blurry. I push my finger in deeper, rub over my prostate and feel like I’m flying to the moon when my balls draw tighter and I shoot on my belly, just like I wondered if Donovan had done. I keep working my dick through my orgasm, playing with my spot because it’s one of my favorite things and I’m so fucking glad I gave it a try.
It’s like there’s a never-ending supply of jizz in my balls as I keep coming, my release running down my shaft, pooling in my belly button, landing as high up my body as my pecs.
“Holy fuck,” whispers past my lips. That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. I really must have needed it and…and I did it thinking about Donovan.
That’s…new.
A little confusing, but also not…? I probably should be more mixed up than I am. Maybe it was the combination of the things Ana was saying earlier, plus knowing he almost jacked off in the shower, and then…whatever that had been on the couch.
Donovan and I getting hard together.
And maybe I didn’t mean to ask him to jerk with me at first, but the fact that I was willing when he misunderstood me…and disappointed when he said no…
I grin.
I don’t know why I’m grinning. Maybe because I’m confused and so even my mouth doesn’t know what to do.
I can’t deny that I’m curious now—what this means and why I can’t stop thinking about him.
A soft knock on my door draws my attention. “Babe? I mean, Eric? You okay?”
Why did he take back the babe? He’s called me that for years. I especially liked it when he said it around Malcolm because that motherfucker hated it. “Yeah. I’m good. Just dying.”
“Oh…it’s been thirty minutes, so I wanted to make sure.” His voice is soft, to the point where I can barely hear him. He sounds uncertain, and that sends a jolt of doubt and worry through me. Did we fuck things up?
No way. I refuse to even consider that as a possibility. I’ll be the exact same way as I’ve always been with Donovan and reassure him that everything is okay…and maybe reassure myself too.
“Sorry. I’m still trying to come back to earth, and I’m covered in jizz. Give me a minute.”
“Only you,” he says, sounding more like himself.
I don’t have a bathroom in my room, so I grab the underwear I just took off to mop up the cum. “Hey. If you’re still there, can you get me a wet washcloth? I’m gonna be sticky.”
“Oh, um…yeah.”
I sit on the side of the bed, using my shorts to cover my dick. I really have to make sure I’m being respectful of Donovan when it comes to that, though he did admit his discomfort came from some fucked-up fear that I would think he wants me. I don’t think that. I’m not dumb enough to believe he sees me as anything more than a friend.
A moment later the door opens slowly and Donovan peeks inside. “Can I come in?”
“Yes.” I grin.
He just jerked off. Did he use a finger in his ass too? What thoughts were going through his head?