Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Just a small snippet of normal is all we get before the air between us tries to stifle me again.
I wring my hands. “Are we cool? This didn’t fuck everything up?”
“Of course. Totally cool.” The way his tone hitches gives me the impression he’s lying.
“Well, uh, I should get to bed.”
Whit nods. “I should sleep off this alcohol-induced haze.”
That makes me feel worse.
But not as bad as waking up the next morning to find Whit gone.
I’m more confused than ever, and now he’s running.
12
Whit
My alarm goes off, and I curse myself for not turning it off before going to sleep.
Happy birthday to me.
I roll over in my bed and stare at the ceiling because today is the day I have officially become a twenty-two-year-old virgin.
But hey, I got my first kiss out of the way. My first ever pity kiss from a guy who felt sorry for me for being so inexperienced.
The embarrassed groan flies out of me.
I left Rainn’s apartment the other night as soon as I was sober enough to drive, and I haven’t spoken to him since, because it’s too humiliating.
Sitting there while he told me things couldn’t happen between us because his boss noticed how infatuated I was with him was bad enough, and then I had to go and make him pity me, acting like I’m such a sad-ass gay man and can’t find anyone to kiss me, that he probably felt like he had to do it for the good of the queer community.
Thanks for taking one for the team. Love, every gay man out there.
And that kiss was the worst thing that could’ve happened because my teeny, tiny little crush? It’s morphed into full-blown pining now.
I rub my hand over my jaw and touch my fingers to my lips, swearing I can still taste him.
My cock twitches in my sleep pants, and I reach into the waistband to adjust myself, but the smallest of contact, my fingers wrapping around my shaft, feels so good on my tightening skin.
The only thing worse than pining after a straight guy is jerking off to thoughts of him. I’ve resisted this long—weeks and weeks of passing thoughts about big arms enclosing around me, Rainn’s mouth on mine—and now that I know what those lips taste like, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out anymore.
Rainn’s sexy blue eyes fill my head, along with that one loose curl of dark hair that falls across his face when he sweats.
I have to bite back a moan as I stroke my dick.
I have no idea what time it is, but I can hear movement downstairs.
It’s my birthday, so they’re letting me sleep in, which means no one will interrupt this. I just have to be quiet enough for them to think I’m still asleep.
I can’t wait for my house to finish being built so I can jerk off whenever I want without worrying about my family overhearing. Getting time in this house alone is rare, and it’s even rarer to be able to do this in the morning.
I stroke slowly, trying to draw it out, but I’ve been spreading myself a little thin lately, and I haven’t even had the energy to make myself come, so I’m surprised I’m not blowing my load already. Especially since I’m indulging in a fantasy of what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped that kissing session.
Logically, I know he would’ve ended it and things wouldn’t have gone any further. Straight guys don’t decide to take a walk on the gay-sex side just to be a good friend.
Then again, I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me, either, but it’s my fantasy, and I run with dreaming of what could’ve been.
Would he have pinned me down on his uncomfortable, lumpy futon?
With his heavy body laid out on top of mine, would he have ground against my erection?
I imagine his hands moving all over me, exploring, and then because this is my fantasy, our clothes would magically disappear, and then his hands would be on me again.
His mouth would track every inch, moving all over my body while I called his name over and over again. I’d spread my legs for him, and his fingers would find my entrance and push inside easily.
I wince as my fingers try that right now. Unlike fantasyland, I need actual lube. I spit on my fingers and then tease my hole, imagining it’s Rainn and not me.
God, the things I’d let that man do to me. Sure, I haven’t experienced any of it with anyone else, but I’ve been dreaming of stuff long enough to experiment with my fingers. I would’ve ordered toys if I had a place to hide them.
The thought of taking something bigger than my fingers has precum dripping onto my stomach while I stroke my aching cock with my free hand.