Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I glance over my shoulder and see he’s still following me, down the hallway and to the stairs. He doesn’t try to catch up, watching and following me like he did the night he helped me home, only this time I know he’s there. I try one of the first rooms upstairs, but there’s a threesome on the bed, while a group of guys smoke weed and play video games. That won’t do. Why couldn’t the party have been at our frat tonight? I could have taken him to my room.
As I reach the last room, a guy and a girl walk out. He holds his fist up and says, “You’re up, bro,” with a sloppy grin.
“Thanks, man.” I slip inside, Miles right behind me. He doesn’t have his beer with him anymore. “Look what we have here…an empty room.” I click the lock. “Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
I swear his eyes blaze with heat, fast and potent, the fire growing inside me too. I’m already at a half-chub just from how we were dancing, but the intense want in Miles’s blue eyes makes my blood pump harder, and it’s all heading to one place.
“Been thinking about your hole all night.” He takes a slow step toward me, then another, like a predator stalking his prey.
“It’s a really good hole. Nice and tight.” I head toward the window. There’s about half a foot of space in front of the window, beside a desk that’s pushed up against it. I settle beside the desk, looking out at everyone partying in the backyard below, my ass pressed out, just letting him look, pretending I’m not dying to hear what he’ll say next. Something about Miles is exciting, and turning someone like him on so much is an unexpected rush I want to keep feeling. He seems like he doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone, so I didn’t expect him to be this passionate when it comes to sex, but he is, and that pushes all my fucking buttons.
He doesn’t stop moving until he’s right behind me. Miles places his hand on my hip, tugging my ass closer. His thick, fat cock is hard against my ass, and I have to fight myself not to rub against him. I’m trying to be patient.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I shiver as Miles’s breath brushes my cheek, his teeth nipping into my lobe.
“But I also told you I wanted you to suck me off next time. That wouldn’t be very nice of you not to fulfill my desire.”
His fingers dance up and down my torso. I bite back my moan, not ready to let him know how much he’s getting to me, how much my dick is already aching, my hole begging for his attention.
“Now, come on, Dax. I never claimed to be nice.” He slips his fingers up my torso, and I can’t stop myself from giving him a hungry sound, from pushing my ass against his dick. I’m pressed against the window, wondering if anyone can see us, if anyone will look up and know that Miles Tanner is behind me, making me tremble with need. “Dance on my dick again. Let me see what you can do.”
One of the things that gets me off the most is pleasing whoever I’m with. When it comes to sex, I can take any role and love every second of it. More dominant or submissive? I got you covered. Top or bottom? I’m an expert at both. Sucking dick, jerking off, threesomes, moresomes, whatever it is, nothing makes me bust my nut like making someone else feel good, being whatever they need, and with Miles, I can tell he likes being in control. I can give him that.
“Like this?” I ask, rolling my hips and wiggling my ass against his groin.
“Yes,” he answers, slightly breathless, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m affecting him this much. “Bend over some more,” he says, and I do. “You’re real good at listening.”
I smirk. “I can be naughty if you’d rather.”
“I have no doubt you can.”
I keep moving against him. Miles slips his thigh between my legs, and I ride him, watching all the people below as I do. Unlike Colin and Ash, being watched isn’t something I seek out, but it’s not something I dislike either.
His fingers tease the edge of my skirt. “I’ve been wondering all night what you’re wearing under here.”
“I know.” I grin. “You think I haven’t felt your eyes on me? I know how much you want me. I think you’ve wanted me all along.”
“Such a tease.” He bites at my ear again.
I lift one arm behind me, wrapping my hand around his neck. “Are you going to look? Or should I tease you some more?” I haven’t stopped moving this whole time, continuing to dance on him, savoring the feel of his dick sliding up and down my crease.