Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
If Nolan was lucky, they had tired themselves out and fallen asleep. Because he was pretty damn sure he didn’t want to hear Cam having sex with someone other than him. To be fair, they probably assumed he’d be gone for the night with the man who picked his key.
Nolan had expected that, too.
To add insult to injury, just as he was drifting off, the unmistakable sound of two bodies doing what two bodies do drifted to him from the bedroom.
Again with his shitty luck. He sighed.
Unfortunately, his cock also recognized the moans, grunts, skin slapping, and headboard knocking against the wall. With a groan, Nolan drove a hand down his boxer briefs and wrapped it around his now very interested and very erect cock.
Despite being tempted to join the couple, he didn’t want to freak them out. And it would be kind of weird to invite yourself to your friend’s bed. Consent and all that, being the primary concern. The other being, he was afraid to tell his friend how much he wanted him, mostly out of fear of rejection.
But at least tonight wouldn’t be a total bust.
He closed his eyes to watch the movie playing in his mind that corresponded with the sounds he heard. Nolan visualized Hope and Cam getting each other off as he began to tug on his own cock.
He yanked the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs down enough to tuck it under his balls before cupping his sack in his palm and squeezing gently as he continued to jerk on the base of his cock. He’d occasionally slide the pad of his thumb over the tip, gathering the pearly beads of precum and spreading it over the head.
He quickly got lost in the rhythmic and guttural sounds coming from the bedroom as well as in his fantasies.
Hell yeah.
His hips lifted off the couch with each quick stroke until finally, he grabbed the pillow and jammed it over his face with one hand as he kept tugging on his cock with the other at the speed of light.
He was right there…
Right there!
He could practically feel himself driving deep into Hope’s hot, slick pussy as Cam jammed himself just as deep into Nolan’s ass.
Fuck yes. To be in the middle of that scenario would be perfect.
He was bummed it would never happen. He would never screw over his friend by fucking the woman Cam had an interest in.
How was his life so pitiful that he was reduced to masturbating while listening to others have sex when he was staying at a damn resort that focused on those same activities? Not to mention, full of guests with the same mindset?
His ass shot off the couch one more time and seconds later, strings of warm cum landed on his stomach when he came like a fountain.
When he dropped back to the couch with a grunt, he threw the pillow aside and continued to milk every last drop from his cock while his heartbeat thumped in his ears and he attempted to slow his breathing.
He glanced down at his stomach, grimaced, then took a quick glance toward the bedroom door before sliding his eyes over to the only bathroom in the cabin.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Since they had no idea he had returned, either could walk out to use the bathroom and catch him like this at any moment.
After yanking up his underwear—careful not to smear the cum—he rushed into the bathroom before they discovered him along with the aftermath of him jerking off. That would be fun to explain.
He’d rather not, actually. It was just one more secret he’d be keeping to himself.
After cleaning up, he hit the couch once again. Luckily, he passed out quickly enough that he avoided any questions about why he’d come back to the cabin before morning.
Though, he was sure Cam would be asking plenty of questions come tomorrow morning during their bike ride.
Nolan released a contented sigh while sprawled on the lounge chair by the sparkling pool. The early afternoon sun was warm on his skin and the air smelled clean and fresh with only a hint of sunscreen. He sipped on a cold local brew one of the servers had dropped off from the nearby pool bar.
This was the life.
However, he couldn’t spend the next decade or so getting a tan, sitting in the hot tub, and people watching, even as entertaining and eye-opening as it had been.
Well, he would if he could. Only, it wasn’t realistic or practical. He was only up here in paradise for three more nights, then he had to get back to his condo in West Chester and continue the frustrating search for another job.
Now that one life chapter had closed, he was ready to start a new one. One where he didn’t have to hide who he was. He only hoped that chapter paid well.