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)
Edgar lowered himself, wincing, back onto Jamie’s cock. Then he pushed deeper and froze.
“You okay?”
“Jamie.” Edgar’s voice was full of worship.
His eyes fell shut, his head fell back, and he began rising and slamming himself down on Jamie. Jamie thrust up to meet him, heat swirling between their legs.
Edgar rode them like a man possessed. Finally, he started dropping his weight down on Jamie’s hips, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Oh, oh,” he gasped in tiny breaths. Please, he mouthed again and again.
Jamie lifted their hips, feet on the bed, to give Edgar more contact, and Edgar took it.
“Yes, baby, yes, fuck yourself; that’s it,” Jamie murmured.
They reached up and tweaked his nipples, and he hissed. Jamie did it again.
“’M gonna come. Oh god. Jamie.”
Jamie took Edgar by the waist and steadied him so they could thrust harder. One moment, Edgar was riding them, head thrown back. The next, Edgar’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, every muscle tensed, and then he was coming in great strangled gasps.
“Oh my fucking, oh god, oh shit,” Edgar said as the orgasm racked him.
He fell forward onto Jamie and kissed them avidly, his breath still coming in gasps. Then he groaned and buried his face in their neck.
Jamie smiled then and stroked up and down Edgar’s back. No sex act had ever made them feel more powerful, and tears pricked at their eyes.
Eventually, Edgar reluctantly lifted himself off Jamie’s cock, wincing a little. Then he lay next to Jamie and put an arm around their waist.
Edgar was sexy and sweet and he liked to cuddle after sex? The total package.
They lay that way for a few peaceful minutes, and then Edgar asked, “What would you like me to do for you?”
“Hmm. Lie on your back?”
Edgar did, watching Jamie remove the strap from under orgasm-heavy eyelids.
Jamie straddled Edgar’s thick thigh and squeezed the muscle between their own.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Edgar murmured as they began to roll their hips.
Tendrils of delicate lust danced through Jamie’s belly, up and down their thighs, and pooled at their groin.
Edgar’s hand fell on their back, pulling them closer. He murmured how sexy they were and how hard they’d made him come. Jamie’s lower belly began to tremble with the prelude to orgasm.
They ground their hips harder into Edgar and felt the pleasure begin to unfurl. It was a murmuration, notes of pleasure striking and moving in swooping formations until Jamie’s head was spinning and they couldn’t hear anything but the pulse of their own blood.
The orgasm broke over them like a wave. The pleasure was so sweet and so shattering that Jamie couldn’t do anything but let it drown them.
“Fuck,” they groaned, collapsing into Edgar. They settled into his side.
Soft fingers stroking their hair and neck brought them back to the present.
Edgar murmured worshipfully. “You’re so fucking hot. Thanks. For letting me see you. And for, uh, you know.”
“Fucking your brains out until you came screaming?” Jamie suggested casually.
Edgar groaned at that and reached for Jamie again, rolling them underneath him and kissing them until they started to get turned on again, and then they pushed him away and buried their face in his neck.
Edgar tightened his arms around them.
“This is perfect,” Jamie murmured, then nestled their face back into the curve of Edgar’s neck.
“Perfect,” Edgar mumbled and ran their fingers through Jamie’s hair until they drifted off to sleep feeling safe and warm.
17
Jamie
9:08 a.m.
Emma: Hey. I wanted to apologize for last week. I thought about it, and I shouldn’t have gone along with Mom’s idea to make you a dress. It sucked of us.
2:23 p.m.
Emma: I should have said that to Mom, and I shouldn’t have had that idea in the first place. I got carried away with the whole vision and forgot that it’s not all about me. I’m really sorry, Jamie.
6:57 p.m.
Jamie: Thank you for the apology. I really appreciate it.
7:02 p.m.
Emma: I was talking to my (gay) friend Thomas. He’s in fashion, and he told me that an old classmate of his is now a menswear designer and is going to be doing a pop-up in a few weeks. I’d like to pay for you to have a suit made by him. Anything you want. It doesn’t have to be for the wedding.
7:10 p.m.
Emma: I don’t know why I said he was gay. I panicked. 😬
7:49 p.m.
Jamie: That’s a really kind gift, Em, thank you.
7:49 p.m.
Jamie: LOL I didn’t know you had any gay friends 😆
7:50 p.m.
Jamie: Also how you put it in parentheses haha
7:58 p.m.
Emma: I’ll tell Thomas, my GAY FRIEND, to set it up 😂
7:59 p.m.
Jamie: Thanks, I’ll show my GAY ASS up!
8:04 p.m.
Emma: 💙
***
A week later, when Edgar and Jamie were half an hour into a movie, cuddling on the couch, Edgar’s phone rang. He shot Jamie an apologetic look, then answered. He froze comically, one hand on the way to his face.