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)
But also… please call me that again?
Something strange was happening inside me.
All I was doing was sucking Andrew’s dick like it was my goddamned life purpose, not even touching my own cock other than the desperate ache as it shoved up against the front of my jeans.
But I was so turned on it may as well have been my cock in his mouth.
Everything with Peachel was too good.
Too fucking hot.
Even the way he breathed out a sigh as I ran my tongue along the underside of his dick was like a drug to me, and I needed more, every time.
“I’m close—”
I pushed my tongue onto him even harder.
I felt him start to tense up under me and for the first time, I felt like I was doing more than just giving him my mouth.
I realized that I was giving him all of me.
Every goddamn moment I’d spent with Peachel had been like this.
In the beginning I kept thinking it would be simple. Easy. Physical only, and nothing more.
None of it was that simple.
When he held the side of my face and let out a low moan, he started to come in my mouth, and I wanted to take every last drop from him.
I am starting to love you.
And I thought I was too broken to love anyone or anything.
What the absolute fuck, Peachel?
My heart pounded in my chest as I swallowed around him, keeping my lips tight around him throughout his orgasm, taking him all the way to the end.
And as I swallowed again, slowly pulling up and off of his cock, the look in his eyes was nothing short of gorgeous.
Spent. Hypnotized.
He had unraveled underneath me, and I just wanted to be here to catch him when he came back down to Earth.
“Gray,” he said softly.
“Peach.”
The air was silent other than our own breath for a few beats. Our words hung in the air, and for a moment I almost wondered if he was going to doze off to sleep, his eyes were so completely relaxed.
“Take your fucking pants down,” he said.
“Did I break your idea of edging me that quickly?”
“No. But I need to make my boyfriend come.”
He was over me a moment later. My pants were back down soon after, and he was coming at me like a wild animal, not stopping to second-guess himself for a second.
It was like he was possessed by something.
Any idea of dragging me along throughout the night was suddenly gone.
“But—”
“Gray, I need your cock.”
I throbbed just below his mouth.
Perfect.
You are perfect.
“I know you do, baby,” I murmured back at him, and watched as he took my cock like it was his goddamn prize.
“Here we go,” Andrew said as we walked back into the Hard Spot twenty minutes later, considerably more relaxed but also refreshed.
He dropped a stack of TNU Weekly papers onto the bar top.
“Andrew wants to show off his glowing article,” I said.
“Gray, have you met Ori and Finn?” Andrew said, nodding toward two guys who were standing near the bar.
One of them was beefy and bulky, wearing a cowboy hat like a lot of guys did around here. The other was clearly his boyfriend, because the beefy guy had his arms wrapped around him from behind, hugging him like he was his backpack.
“I’m Ori,” the smaller guy said, reaching out to shake my hand.
“Gray,” I said. “And you’re Finn?”
The bigger guy nodded at me. “Andrew was here a few days ago and he was telling us all about a guy he knows who wears a lot of black and drives a cool car. I assume that’s you?”
“Peachel was talking about me?”
I glanced over and saw Andrew’s faint pink blush settling on his cheeks, just in time.
“I was telling them that you’ve helped me in my Roman Empire class. That’s all.”
“And he also told us you were hot,” Ori said. “You’re definitely good-looking, even though I must admit Finn is more my type.”
“Have you two been together a long time?” I asked.
“Technically? Less than a year,” Ori said, a smile coming over his face. “But in reality, we probably belonged together forever. We were just too stupid to see it, before.”
“We grew up together,” Finn said. “Admitted we’re in love recently, but Ori’s right. I’ve always loved him.”
“They don’t need our life story,” Ori said, grabbing Finn’s hand and kissing the back of it. “Let’s read this article.”
I’d never felt embarrassment much before in my life.
Truthfully, I had always been kind of confident in my work.
Anyone could read my articles, and I would stand by them.
But watching all of the Hard Spot regulars, and Andrew’s friends, reading my article… it was different than anything I’d ever felt.
Pride, definitely.
But also something very raw.
I’d poured more of my own emotion into this article than ever before.
It wasn’t just a cold observer’s look at the Tempests and Peachel. It felt incredibly personal, like people were going to discover something about me from reading it, too.