Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I strip as I watch Oliver slowly taking off his clothes again, and when I see that his cock is still hard for me, I know I’ve won. Again.
“Drawer at the top of my desk. Open it,” I tell him.
He slides it open and looks inside, then pulls out a little bottle of lube.
“Looking for this?”
“I am.”
I close the distance between us and grip his hips. I turn his body toward my bed and push my palm to his upper back, bending him over the edge of my mattress.
I take the lube bottle from his hand and slick my fingers with it, trailing them over his hole.
“I’m going to fuck you. It’s probably going to hurt.”
He utters a little moan as I slide the tip of a finger past his tight hole.
“I might be a virgin, but don’t act like I’ve never taken anything in my ass.”
“What?”
“You’re not the only person who has toys, Niko.”
I slide a second finger in to punish him for being mouthy, and he exhales sharply.
“I know you probably want the first time I fuck you to be romantic. Sweet. Candles and roses. It’s not going to be.”
“Never said I wanted that.”
“Then what do you want?”
He pulls in a breath as I nudge my fingers a knuckle deeper.
“I want you to break me.”
I was already hard but when Oliver says things like that, I swear I could come hands-free.
I slide my fingertips down his back, leaving little scratch marks on his tan skin.
Fuck, I want him.
I don’t even want him to know how badly I need his ass right now.
“After tonight, I don’t want you playing games like that with boys from Double Daggers.”
“I do what I want.”
“If you’re going to be my boyfriend, Ollie, I’m doing it right. Other men won’t be putting their lips anywhere near you.”
He puffs out a breath.
“It’s not like you put your lips anywhere near me, either,” he mutters.
I reach up and smack my free hand down on his ass.
He grunts as the motion makes his hole stretch around my fingers even more.
“No. But I’m going to fuck you like you’re finally my possession.”
I crack the lube again and slick my cock, which is painfully hard now.
I watch the planes of muscle tense and relax on his back. So beautiful.
How many times am I going to come thinking of you, today?
New personal record.
When I line my tip up with his hole he already gasps for me.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
I hum. “It’s not even in yet.”
I give him the first inch and he presses his palms flat against my bedsheets.
I go slower than I normally would. He wants me to break him, but I’m going to want to fuck him a lot, and I can’t use his ass if he’s all the way broken.
“Fuck, Berlant,” he utters.
“Tell me you want me,” I whisper.
I watch his fingers curl on the sheets. His voice is strained. “You know I do.”
“Tell me you want me more than you want anyone else.”
“So self-absorbed.”
“But is it the truth?”
He exhales as I push another inch deeper into him.
He pauses for a while, breathing deep, and I watch his back rise and fall with each breath.
Goddamn perfect fucking body, Ashford.
“It’s the truth,” he finally says in a low voice. “I don’t want anyone like I want you.”
I hum and lean over, kissing his lower back. “Smart, telling me the truth like that.”
It’s getting easier to slide deeper now as his ass stretches around my size.
“And I know you want me like that, too,” he utters, leaning his forehead into the sheets.
“You think so?”
“It’s so fucking obvious, Niko.”
I push the rest of the way inside him and he yelps, so loud that I’m worried the people downstairs at the party might hear.
“Let them hear you scream for me.”
“Fuck.”
I suck in air as I feel his impossibly tight muscle grip around me. I squeeze his ass cheek and breathe deep.
“Never had an ass as good as yours, Ollie.”
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak yet.
His back is flushed now, almost like his face gets when he’s bashful. I still see my scratches along his skin and I want to mark him further. I squeeze my hand along his skin, gripping him anywhere, feeling his hard muscle beneath.
I grab my phone and point the camera toward my cock, bringing it in close.
I pull out slowly, revealing my dick inch by inch, and then I push back in, getting it all on film.
I drop the phone back onto the table.
“Will you fuck me when I need it?” he asks in a broken whisper.
The request sends a ripple through my body and my cock throbs inside him.
“I might.”
“Liar,” he says, his tone darker than before. “You’ll do it. You can’t fucking resist me begging for you.”
“Cute when you think you’re in control.”
“I kind of am, Niko.”