Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
They touched themself while they watched him, the pleasure building exquisitely.
“Jamie,” Edgar said after a little while, voice strained and low. He was close.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Edgar. Are you gonna come for me?”
Edgar groaned desperately but held off.
“What do you want, gorgeous?” Jamie asked.
“T-touch me?” Edgar begged. “Please.”
Jamie scratched their nails lightly down Edgar’s chest. His breathing was ragged, and Jamie’s wasn’t much better.
“Here?” Jamie teased.
Edgar looked horrified, and Jamie smiled. They trailed a finger lightly down his chest to his stomach.
“P-please.” Edgar was clearly on the edge. He could’ve brought himself to orgasm any time he wanted to, but he hadn’t. He wanted Jamie to be in charge of it.
Jamie leaned over Edgar, chest brushing the wet tip of his cock. He gasped.
“Edgar,” Jamie said. They kissed his cheek, and he shook. They kissed his lips, and he groaned into their mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come? Please? I want…I… Please.”
Fuck, he was exquisite.
Jamie reached between them and grasped the base of his cock. Edgar let go immediately.
“Don’t stop,” Jamie said. Edgar started to stroke himself again.
Jamie sat up again and closed their hand over his, learning his rhythm. They clenched as arousal rolled through them. Edgar had placed himself utterly in their hands. They tightened their hand over his and kissed his neck as they stroked him.
Quickly, Edgar was writhing on the bed, pushing up into Jamie’s hand. Jamie ground their hips forward as their arousal grew.
Edgar squeezed his eyes shut and came with a silent roar, the muscles in his neck cording and his thighs bunching. Edgar held them to his broad chest as he shuddered and gasped.
After a minute, he said, “Will you finish like this?”
At first, Jamie wasn’t sure what this meant, but then they realized Edgar wanted them to come in his arms. Something flipped pleasantly in their stomach.
“Okay.”
Edgar murmured something into their hair that they couldn’t make out. Jamie settled on top of Edgar, then touched themself, rolling their hips as the pleasure grew. Edgar stroked down their spine and cupped their ass in both hands, encouraging them to thrust more forcefully.
“Grab my ass harder,” they said.
Powerful hands squeezed their ass, and Jamie stroked themself until they exploded, the orgasm coming in waves of pleasure that rocked them.
“Fuuuck,” they groaned finally, going limp on top of Edgar.
“Jamie,” Edgar murmured.
Jamie gathered him up in their arms and pressed a tender kiss to his temple.
“I think you killed me,” he said softly.
“Terribly sorry for the inconvenience,” Jamie murmured. They rolled onto their side and propped their head up on their hand. “How are you doing?”
Edgar couldn’t meet their eyes. Jamie straddled them.
“Hey. How are you doing?” they repeated gently.
Edgar covered his eyes with his arm.
“Good,” he said. “Like…so good I don’t know what to do.”
Jamie’s lips pressed gently to his, and they kissed him until he wrapped his arms around them. “It was really good for me too.”
Edgar’s eyes lit up at that, and he cupped Jamie’s cheek. “You sure?”
“Very sure,” Jamie said and kissed him softly on the lips.
They were drifting in a languorous postorgasmic haze, on the edge of falling asleep, when Edgar’s stomach growled loudly.
“Sorry,” he said.
“You don’t have to apologize for having bodily needs, babe,” Jamie teased. “Let’s get some food.”
Edgar seemed reluctant to get out of bed; Jamie related. But Edgar’s stomach growled insistently.
“Good lord,” Edgar muttered and finally stood, leaning over to kiss Jamie before going to the closet.
He pulled a navy blue robe from the closet and put it on.
“Would you like something else to wear?” he offered. “I know my stuff’s not really your style.”
“May I?” Jamie tapped the dresser.
“Sure. Just be careful because it’s a little—”
As Jamie opened the drawer, one side of it slid out of the track and slumped into the drawer below it.
“Broken,” Edgar finished.
Jamie snorted. “Whoops.”
They heaved the drawer back onto its tracks.
Edgar jumped in. “Better let me.”
As he pushed the drawer in, the one beneath it groaned and sagged into the one below it.
“The bottom one works,” Edgar said, stepping away from the entire armoire.
“Congratulations,” Jamie said.
Edgar slid an arm around them and kissed the side of their head before addressing the drawer. While he did, Jamie moved to the closet, running their fingers over the row of khaki pants, plain button-down shirts, and drab sweaters. The clothes in the armoire were more of the same: T-shirts and polos and sweatshirts in solid, muted tones with the occasional stripe.
For themself, Jamie chose the black-and-white-striped T-shirt that Edgar had been wearing the day Jamie asked him out at the cat café. It was the only garment they’d seen that didn’t make them desperately sad.
When they pulled it over their head, they found Edgar watching them intently. He brushed hair out of their face and kissed them tenderly.
“Looks good on you.”