Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Damn, it felt good. He gave in to his urges and let the fantasy roll.
“You like him.” My sister’s words echoed in my head.
He did. He might not have been willing to admit that to Kate, or to anyone else, but there was something so fucking charming about Rhys. His awkwardness, his reluctance to meet Caleb’s eyes, the way he took quick, appraising glances when he thought Caleb wouldn’t notice. Everything about him made Caleb curious to learn more. He wanted time alone with him, and he wanted to do a lot more than talk.
Caleb finished brushing his teeth and flopped onto his bed. It was late, and he had to be at the shop well before dawn, but he didn’t feel sleepy. He’d been on somewhat of an adrenaline rush since he’d opened the shop, and the more he thought about Rhys, the wider awake his body felt, especially his cock. He let his thoughts run like a movie in his head, and without consciously intending to, he started stroking himself.
If he got himself off, he might finally be able to relax. He wanted that release, but he couldn’t stop imagining Rhys’s hand stroking him. It felt wrong, but he went with what his dick wanted. What would Rhys look like lying over him? Focused? Wide-eyed? Unsure? Or would he surprise Caleb and grip him firmly, sure of himself and how much he wanted Caleb. That would be so fucking hot.
Caleb closed his eyes and thought about Rhys lying on top of him, working both their cocks together as he thrust his hips against Caleb’s. It wasn’t going to take any time to get off with that image in his head. It was like he could really feel Rhys’s hard body pressed against his.
Rhys shifted position, moving up his body to straddle his shoulders. He took hold of Rhys’s cock and brought it to his mouth. The sound he made as Caleb sucked him deep vibrated through Caleb. He was fucking perfect. He jerked himself off while he enjoyed the feel of Rhys’s cock in his mouth. He tried all his best techniques to get Rhys to make more sounds for him, whimpers, groans, muttered words begging for more. His surrender was exactly what Caleb needed.
He groaned as his fantasy version of Caleb pushed his hand away and took Rhys’s cock in his mouth. The heat of his throat closing around Rhys’s cock was so good. His hand moved faster as he gripped himself hard enough to hurt. In his fantasy, Caleb used his tongue, his lips, and even his teeth to drive Rhys crazy, and he was willing to beg for more. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up into Caleb’s mouth. He needed him. Needed more.
The room around him no longer existed. His whole world was focused in on the pleasure racing through him as he imagined Caleb’s mouth on his. He was better than anyone Rhys’d had before. His technique was perfect, and he could swallow Rhys all the way down. His whole body tensed as he got closer and closer. He couldn’t hold his climax back much longer, but he didn’t want this to end.
Rhys has lost all inhibitions. He thrust into Caleb’s mouth, and Caleb let him as he jerked himself off faster and faster. He was so close, so desperate to come. He needed just a little more. With his free hand, he gripped Rhys’s ass, loving the feel of his bare skin, squeezing until his fingers dug in and Rhys groaned. Caleb slapped his ass. His gasp made Caleb smile around him. Rhys looked down at him, eyes dark with need. Seeing how far gone Rhys was pushed Caleb to the edge. A few more strokes, and he was coming. Rhys pulled back as Caleb’s climax rushed through him, letting him fully enjoy it.
For just a moment, intrusive thoughts burst into Rhys’s mind, telling him his fantasy was wrong, that Caleb wasn’t ever going to be his, but he shoved them away and returned to the fantasy where Caleb’s mouth was the most perfect thing in the world and he was doing everything possible to get Rhys off. What would it feel like to thrust into Caleb’s mouth with his hands in his hair, holding Caleb against him as he worked Rhys over? What would Caleb look like, wrecked from giving him everything? What would it feel like to return the favor and suck him dry?
Rhys wanted all those answers. The thought of Caleb sex drunk and messy was all he could take. He gasped as his orgasm hit, and his body shook as pulse after pulse of pleasure poured over him.
When he was finally done, Rhys sank into the mattress, trying to catch his breath. He laid an arm over his eyes as if he were trying to hide from the world. Jerking off was never that good. He felt like he could sleep for a week, but he only had a few hours, and then…