Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
His kiss had been so tender out of nowhere, even after he was so hard-edged the rest of the time.
From the moment Gray showed up at my table, things started to move along smoothly. He made it all look easy, getting the apples neatly sliced, tossed with lemon juice, and coated with cinnamon sugar. He laid them all out at the bottom of three gigantic aluminum pans, and then he helped me with each step of the cobbler topping, too.
He talked me through each step of the recipe instead of mentioning a goddamn thing about the other night, or about why he was following me earlier today.
It was clear he knew how to cook, though.
“How are you so good at this?” I asked him when the cobbler was almost done being assembled.
“Had to cook for myself most of my life,” he told me. “It’s not too difficult.”
Just another thing you’re good at that I’m incapable of doing.
“This is ready to bake,” he said, lifting one tray. “Grab the other two, if you can. Let’s put them in.”
When we walked over to the big kitchen ovens at the edge of the room, most of my other teammates were still finishing up their recipes.
“I thought I was going to be the last one getting my thing into the oven,” I said. “I thought mine would end up as a pile of raw dough, to be honest.”
“You would have figured it out,” Gray said. “These are already preheated to 350. Perfect temp. Slide them in next to each other.”
We got the trays into the oven and sealed it up. “How long?”
“We’ll check them in 45 minutes. Set a timer on your phone, then come out on the back deck with me.”
“Why?”
He gave me a look. “Because I took up smoking again and I need to tear through a few Reds. Share a cigarette with me? I don’t have cooties.”
“Keep dreaming. You smell like vanilla, not smoke.”
“Because I’m kidding, Andrew. I just want fresh air, and I want to ask you something. That cobbler is going to bake for a while anyway.”
I followed him through the back doors that led to the stone deck behind Student Hall, out into the crisp night air. This deck had always been one of my favorite places on campus. It was up on a low hill, looking over a few buildings below it, and right now the moon was visible in the sky above.
There were benches and tables scattered around the deck, but Gray leaned up against the stone exterior wall, waiting for me.
“Thanks for helping me,” I said.
“Easy work.”
“Know what else would be easy work?”
He glanced over my body. “Yes, yes, Andrew, I know you want me.”
I stretched my arms up above my head, keenly aware of the fact that I was putting some of my best muscles on display as my t-shirt hiked up a bit.
“Just because I want to get fucked doesn’t mean I want you. But if you have to be following me around until Homecoming, yes, I think it would be a lot more fun for me if I could at least get something out of the bargain.”
He hummed at me. “Do you always think with your dick?”
“No. But I think about your dick.”
“You want to kiss it?” he asked.
A heat bloomed through my chest. “Is that you admitting you want me to kiss it?”
“Guess so.”
He reached for the fly of his jeans and I panicked a little inside. I turned my head from left to right on a swivel, smacking at his hands.
“Not here. Not now.”
“Kiss it.”
He knocked my hands away again and was already working his zipper down. He pulled out his cock a moment later—his fucking cock, already rapidly hardening, thick, and ungodly big, right there behind Student Hall.
“Are you fucking insane?”
I kept looking around. I could see people’s silhouettes through the windowpanes, walking around inside. There was a door right next to us and if anyone opened it just to peek outside or God forbid to step out for a phone call, we were toast.
“Either lie to me and tell me you don’t want it,” he said, “or kiss it, and I’ll put it away.”
He leaned forward, coming even further into the light, presenting his cock proudly out in the open.
Daring me to do it.
Not a shred of hesitation visible anywhere on him.
“Goddamn it,” I said.
I quickly dipped onto my knees. They hit the cool stone below me on the deck and I leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cock head. I was hard, now, too, despite myself.
I backed off but then he pushed his cock forward again, hitting my lips.
“With tongue.”
I groaned.
My cock ached under my shorts.
I let my tongue slide out over his tip, lapping against it. I gave it a firm, hard suck, then squeezed one hand around his base before standing back up.