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)
Then Jamie realized what they’d said. Love.
“Like, for your brother and sister, I meant, not, um—”
They tried to scramble off the couch, got a leg tangled in Edgar’s, and would’ve fallen if Edgar hadn’t caught them.
Suddenly, Jamie was in Edgar’s lap, looking up at his lightly stubbled chin.
Damn him for being able to have naturally perfect stubble!
“You okay?”
The rush of adrenaline subsided, and Jamie removed their fingers from Edgar’s velvet stubble where they’d apparently migrated, unbidden.
“Ahem. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” Jamie attempted to pull themself together. “I got all in my head for a sec, freaking out at my awkward use of the word love. I’m good now.”
Edgar smiled warmly. “Yeah, I got that.”
“No need to look so delighted by it,” Jamie said primly.
“It’s nice for you to be the one getting flustered for once instead of me, that’s all.”
Jamie grumbled.
“I liked it,” Edgar said thickly. “The word.”
Jamie’s heart hammered in their chest. “Cool.” They grinned. “I like it too.”
Jamie leaned in, still on Edgar’s lap, and kissed him, hands in his hair. Edgar melted into the kiss and held Jamie closer. When they touched their tongue to Edgar’s, they felt his cock harden. Lust shot through them, and they fisted Edgar’s hair until he shuddered.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Jamie’s, breathing heavily.
“I wanted to, um, return to something you said earlier—”
“Is that right?”
Edgar’s warm breath made the hairs on Jamie’s neck stand up. “You said, mister. All stern and hot and, um.”
He pressed closer to Jamie, and they groaned at the feel of his hard cock against their hip bone. He kissed their jaw, then beneath their ear.
“No,” Jamie said sharply, and Edgar’s head jerked up. “I said, Hang on, mister.” They said it low and commanding and heard Edgar’s breath catch.
“Jamie,” he said ardently. “Do you ever—” He ran a hand down Jamie’s back. “Do you ever like to be on the receiving end of sex? In whatever way?”
He kissed their neck, and shivers of desire ran down their spine.
“Sometimes, yeah.”
“I just.” Another kiss on their neck. “I would love.” A kiss below their ear. “To make you feel good.”
“You do,” Jamie said. “You always do.”
“Okay. Whatever you want, truly.”
He nuzzled their cheek, and Jamie had the strangest sense that they were about to cry. But then that feeling bundled itself up, crawled back inside them, and got back to doing what feelings do when you don’t let them out.
“Whatever I want, huh?”
Edgar’s yes was endearingly enthusiastic. Jamie stood and walked to the bedroom, confident Edgar would follow. They removed clothing as they went, glancing over their shoulder at Edgar, whose eyes burned hotter with each garment shed.
Jamie stood next to the bed in only their underwear. When Edgar turned into the room, he gawked.
“You’re stunning. Just hot and gorgeous and handsome and sexy and—” He shook his head. “All the things.”
Jamie grinned. “I’ll take it.”
“Do you wanna…?” He gestured to the bed.
Jamie wanted this. They were nervous, but they wanted this. “I like to be on top, or I like it from behind,” they said.
Edgar watched them intently. He took a step closer, and Jamie grabbed his hand.
“I like it if you touch me here.” They showed him. “But not inside. You can fuck my ass with abandon though.”
They were getting turned on just thinking about it.
Edgar groaned, clearly in agreement.
“So you like to stick your cock in a hot ass?” Jamie asked. They’d been teasing, but mostly they were curious about Edgar’s response.
Edgar nodded.
“Well then, get over here, mister.”
Edgar shuddered, and then Jamie found themself on the bed, on top of Edgar.
“Whoa.”
Edgar ran trembling fingertips down their throat, sending shivers in their wake. Jamie kissed him, hard. Edgar’s mouth was sweet, his tongue yielding and his lips ardent, and they made out until they were both panting.
Edgar touched them worshipfully, then closed his lips around one nipple and sucked. Jamie jumped at the jolt of sensation.
Edgar stopped. “You okay?”
“Yeah, very.”
Jamie pushed his head back down so his clever tongue could be put to better use. Edgar cradled their back and feasted on their nipples, their ribs, their collarbone, until he nipped at their neck and they groaned.
“You can bite me,” Jamie murmured. A second later, Edgar’s teeth sank in, and he sucked on their tender flesh.
The sensation was exquisite, and their neck throbbed like it had a direct connection to their crotch. They ground their hips against Edgar’s, groaning at how hard he was. They felt swollen and tight with blood and need, and they thrust until tiny frissons of pleasure built deep inside them.
“Fuck me now,” Jamie said. Ordinarily, they’d add a please, but Edgar seemed to really get off on being ordered around.
Edgar groaned and swore as his pants got stuck on his feet. When he was nude, he cupped Jamie’s face.