Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I paused for a moment, gawking at his body, realization flooding me all at once. Was I really going to do this? Why did I want him so damn badly?
But he was on me again as soon as I’d closed the curtains, giving me no time to think. He pushed me backwards until I was sitting on one of the lounge chairs. I leaned back while he got on top of me, straddling me and kissing me roughly again.
I shuddered under him, both because I couldn’t fucking believe I was doing this and because the wet cling of my swim shorts had gotten a little cold.
Sam noticed, breaking off from the kiss and running a hand down my arm. “Cold? You’ve got goosebumps all over.”
I sucked in air through my teeth, nodding. “It’s the shorts.”
Sam glanced up at the nearby robes, reaching for them and bringing them down. “Get those shorts off. These will help.”
He stepped off of the lounge chair and as I took off my shorts, I felt a surge of sudden modesty. I turned away as I took them down, not wanting Sam to see that I’d lost half my hard-on when I’d gotten so cold.
I was also nervous. Really, really fucking nervous, in a way I’d never been with anybody before. I felt some strange need to impress Sam, knowing he’d been with so many guys before. He had this idea of me as a slick city boy, seducing all of the women I wanted and going to parties every week.
But that was so far from the truth. I was the one who was intimidated.
I put the robe on, pulling it snug over my body before finally turning around.
“Better?” Sam asked, his eyes dancing over me.
“Much,” I said. I was downright cozy now in the plush fabric.
He looked like some kind of prince who’d just taken a bath. He’d put a robe on too, and was now running a small towel across his hair. He hadn’t closed his robe, instead letting it hang open. He was turned to the side, but the moment he turned toward me, I knew his cock would be right there.
And now my mind was racing again. I had no idea what to expect, or what was expected of me. I didn’t know how to do any of this, especially not with Sam.
“Do you want to call it a night?” I said, already hating that I was too afraid to follow through. “I know they want us to be up early tomorrow, and—”
“Fox,” he said, his voice calm. He reached out toward me, dropping the towel he’d been holding and gently running his thumb down the side of my face. “I’m not done with you.”
I let out a shuddering breath, my eyelids slowly closing as he leaned in for another kiss, soft and slow and patient. The moment his lips were on mine again, my cock perked right back up. Any amount of touch from Sam seemed to make blood rush straight to it.
“We don’t have to do anything else,” Sam said, using his hips to push me back onto the lounge chair again, straddling me like he had been before. “But can I please just kiss you a little more before we both turn into pumpkins and go upstairs?”
I swallowed hard, looking him in the eye. He was perched above me, one hand settled on the side of my face, his thumb stroking the side of my jaw up and down.
“We don’t have to do anything else,” I repeated, something between a question and a statement.
He shook his head slowly. “Of course not.”
“But what if I want to?”
He hummed, low and satisfied. “Then that will be the hottest fucking thing I can imagine,” he said, his voice a little raspy.
My cock was aching again. I reached down to the tie of my robe, pulling it open in one quick motion. Sam leaned back a little, looking down as my cock bobbed free, thick and standing at attention.
“Good God, that is nice,” he muttered, reaching for his own cock to wrap a fist around it, tugging gently as he looked at me.
Sam was getting off just from looking at my cock, and just the knowledge of that was almost too much to handle.
I finally let myself look at him. Really look at him. Sam had every reason to be proud of his body, beautiful and sculpted in the dim light. His cock was perfect, too. I’d never found myself admiring another man’s dick before, but as he slowly stroked himself, I was practically drooling.
“This is okay, right?” he said, nodding to his cock.
“You asking permission?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “That’s absolutely what I’m doing,” he said. “Can I jerk off to how fucking hot you are, Fox?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I uttered, reaching down to my own cock. It was a momentary relief finally gripping myself as I watched him.