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)
“Want you to come when I say,” I told him.
He grunted in response, and I could hear that he was already close.
I was working my fist around his cock and I paused for a moment to give it one firm squeeze.
“Please,” he whispered.
“Love hearing you desperate.”
He craned his neck for a moment, turning to look back at me. “Your cock is fucking perfect.”
“Hmm?”
He breathed heavily. “It—it keeps hitting my prostate, Gray, and I don’t give a damn how much I want to hold off on coming, I can’t fucking help it when you—”
He broke off into a string of curses as I shoved in from a slightly deeper angle, hard but slow.
“Come for me while I fuck you like this,” I said.
His head dropped down between his outstretched arms.
The angle was even better for me, too.
I was already close, and with each thrust now I felt like he was that much more my possession than he was before.
“Use me,” he said quietly at first, then got more demanding. “Use me like you want. Come inside me.”
God.
“Never going to let you forget this,” I uttered. “I’m going to come. You better be ready.”
“I can’t hold off any longer—”
Holy mother of fuck.
I thrust inside him once more, pumping on his cock with my hand as I felt myself lose control.
And for a brief, blissful moment, there was nothing else in the world other than this.
The best fuck I’d had in recent memory.
His cock in my hand, pulsing out cum as I stroked him, inside and out. His utterly ragged voice in the air, broken all because of me.
My whole body tensed up and I kept fucking him like he was solely mine to take. Pleasure pooled in the base of my cock and I breathed deeply as I let go inside him, filling the condom like he’d begged for so badly.
“So good,” I whispered.
I’d never felt a shred of anger after fucking someone before, but leave it to Peachel to make it happen for me.
Because I was mad about how good that had been.
I let go of his cock, my hand still coated with his cum. I pulled out of his ass and slipped off the condom, discarding it in the basket nearby. I felt like I was walking on a cloud.
And he was still there, hands up on the wall.
Dutiful.
I turned him around at his waist, pulling his hands down off the wall. He spun around to face me, still catching his breath, his golden skin shining with sweat.
I brought the edge of my hand up to my tongue and licked off his cum, holding his gaze while I did it. I watched his brown eyes focus on my mouth, stupefied, like he couldn’t believe what he was watching.
And then he leaned forward, gently putting his lips to mine.
His tongue slid out immediately. He couldn’t help but ask for more of my kiss.
“Want to taste your own cum that bad?” I murmured against his lips after a moment.
“No. I just want your tongue.”
I kissed him again for that.
I slid my tongue along his, giving it a gentle suck.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, Andrew Peachel, I thought as he kissed me even more deeply, and I didn’t want to push him away. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in a little closer, his pecs pressing up against my skin.
Always getting what you want, aren’t you?
Because you think you can make me want it, too.
And it’s fucking working.
CHAPTER 9
ANDREW
“Holy fuck, you are on fire,” Luke said to me as I jogged out to the side of the football field after a timeout was called.
The lights around the field were bright, the crowd was riotously loud, and the first truly chilly day of fall had finally happened for tonight’s game.
“I’m in heaven,” I said through my helmet, stretching my hands over my head.
“Peachel, you god!” Mickey, one of our running backs, said as he came up, patting me on the back. “That TD was impossible.”
“Not impossible. I knew I could make it happen.”
“We are so fucking back, baby,” Luke said, clapping his hands together. He looked up around the stands, which were completely packed tonight.
There were ten minutes left in the game, and even though Renson U were playing well tonight, they hadn’t been able to match the heat I was bringing.
I felt untouchable.
And every time I looked over and saw Gray sitting at the edge of the field, it gave me another surge of pride.
That’s right.
Watch me.
Owning this game and not even a little bit ashamed of what we did.
If anything, the memory of Gray pounding the absolute fuck out of me last week just made me play better.
It wasn’t that I wanted to impress him.
Or maybe it was. A little.
But all week, I felt like I’d already won. I turned in all of my backlogged homework in my Roman Empire class, and I felt like I’d done pretty goddamn well on the exam yesterday. I’d been killing it at practices, and the frat house had turned out to be fine as usual after the scare last week.