Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
I pause, staring up at him, giving him the chance to change his mind as I take it in my hand. His teeth dig into his lower lip, the slight dip of his head the only confirmation I need.
I fumble the bottle, wincing in pain when it lands on my foot, but I don't let the pain distract me from the goal, and in the next breath, my hand is coated.
My mouth finds his cock once again, and after a second glance back up at him, just in case, I proceed without hesitation.
There's a tremble in his body, but I realize, when he lifts his leg and settles his foot on the side of the tub, giving me better access, that it's one of anticipation, not of fear or indecision.
I press forward with the tip of one finger, giving him time to get used to the intrusion before proceeding a little further. A moan of pleasure I've never heard come from another lover rumbles around us, and I swear this man lowers himself an inch or two, demanding more.
I give him what he wants, pressing all the way in while taking his cock to the back of my throat, and much like I did, it only takes seconds before the tremble increases, the first sign of his impending orgasm.
Unlike me, he doesn't pull back; his intentions on what he wants are very clear when he presses his cock forward, burying it as deep as I can manage to take it before exploding.
The hint of pain when he grips a handful of my hair as he shudders his release wakes something inside of me I never knew existed. He's so deep in my throat, I don't even have a chance to swallow his cum. It simply travels down my throat as if it's meant to be there.
I pull back, taking him deep over and over until the sensation of my mouth on his now sensitive cock is just too much. He jerks back, another chuckle filling the room and destroying any fear that threatened to build now that it was over.
He helps me to my feet, and my eyes widen when he doesn't falter as he leans in for a kiss. Fully expecting a peck and a pat on the back, the equivalent of "good game, coach," I'm surprised when his tongue sweeps across mine, this kiss no less passionate than the first time he kissed me tonight.
Our tastes mingle, becoming one, and it's probably the best thing I've ever tasted in my life.
We spend the next fifteen minutes washing each other, not escaping, and surprisingly, he doesn't bitch even when the water runs cold before we're done.
He seems just as reluctant as I do to get out of the shower, as if he's not sure where we go from here.
Chapter 24
Zeus
I'm not in my head the way I expected I would be.
My body is calm and relaxed. I don't feel an ounce of guilt.
The shame that always threatens is even more silent as we get out of the shower. I head to my room to get dressed, and I presume that Zayne does the same.
What brings reality slamming back into our world is walking out of my room to find Scott standing in the middle of the living room.
I've been in countless situations where I have to think on the fly, come up with something believable, and not blow my cover. But when I see Scott's eyes dart from the towel around Zayne's bare shoulders to the one in my hand as I continue to walk into the room, drying my hair, I almost freeze. I know doing so would be more than a little suspicious, and I somehow manage to keep my cool.
"If you left water all over the floor in the kitchen after washing your hair in the sink, I'll kick your fucking ass," I mutter as I head in that direction, my back to the invader, allowing me to get my shit together.
Laughter follows me into the small kitchen, but it doesn't go unnoticed that the sound came from Zayne while Scott remains silent.
"Goddamnit," I mutter, dropping my towel to the floor, praying the other man can't see into the darkened room well enough to realize there actually isn't any water on the floor.
I use my bare foot to rub the towel around, as if cleaning up the mess I predicted.
"And I told you not to use up all the hot water. I can skip a fucking shower day, but greasy hair isn't going to cut it," Zayne responds, playing right along.
I turn to face the two of them, looking at Scott to see if he's buying what we're selling.
Zayne looks from me back to Scott before speaking again. "If I don't wash my hair at the same time he's in there, I'll have to wait a fucking hour for that old-ass water heater to replenish. I'm fucking beat and just want to go to bed."