Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“You think so?” Brooks asked, his voice steeped with hope.
“Do hot country boys suck dick just as good as the city ones?” I joked.
He chuckled. I returned to my position so, like Brooks, I was staring at the plain white ceiling.
“So those extra days in Casper were… productive?” Brooks asked.
My stomach twisted into knots because I hated having to lie to my friend, especially since he’d been so forthcoming with me. I turned my head, masking my expression. “You know me,” I said with a grin. “I’m the—”
“—life of the party,” Brooks finished for me.
Since there was no reason to tell Brooks that after he’d left with Xavier, I hadn’t done anything more than hide out in the motel room eating shitty delivery food and being the honored guest at my own one-man pity party, I remained silent. My thoughts automatically drifted to all the guys who’d offered to keep me company in that room. I’d coyly said no to them before closing the door in their faces. I’d stared at the shabby bed for a while, wondering what each guy would have done to me in that bed, or what I would have had to do for them, and then I’d turned to whatever bottle of alcohol I’d decided to indulge in. That was the only thing that I’d held between my lips and sucked greedily on for those few days. I’d also paid the price for it when I woke up with the hangover from hell.
“Because you seem… different,” Brooks said. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t after what those assholes in town did—”
Since the assholes and Hot Cowboy were the last thing I wanted to talk about, I sat up and said, “Not really worth glamming it up when I’d melt like the Wicked Witch of the East or West or wherever the hell she came from. You said it was hot out here, but man, that sun makes me sweat more in five minutes than Studly Stanley did when he reamed me on your dad’s desk the night of last year’s Christmas party.”
“Liar,” Brooks murmured. “We both know Studly Stanley blew his wad about five seconds after you guys locked yourself in the bathroom of my office.”
“Shit, you heard that?” I asked in disbelief as I whipped my head around.
“It’s a wonder the entire party didn’t hear it. I saw you go in there and was about to knock on the door and tell you and Studly Stan to take it somewhere else because I had work to do, but the guy started wailing like you were killing him in there. You may be good with that mouth of yours, my friend, but no one’s that good.”
Before I could even respond that Studly Stanley had turned out to be Dudley Stanley, Brooks’s face went all soft and glowy again.
“Actually, there is one guy—”
“Okay, we’re done here,” I said as I grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet. “Go find your man and do it against a hay bale or something.” I practically shoved Brooks out of the room.
“Been there, done that,” he called just as I shut the door in his face. I couldn’t help but envision the scene in my head, though the main stars most definitely weren’t Brooks and Xavier.
Goosebumps began to pop up along my arms, and my dick automatically hardened as I felt the harsh scrape of hay against my exposed skin while being bent over one of those hay bales. One of Hot Cowboy’s hands was holding me down while the other was wrapped around my hip so I couldn’t move as his thick, hot dick slammed into me from behind over and over. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my skin had me sliding down the door until I was sitting on my ass. My fingers were burrowing into the hay, and I had my head buried against my arm as I took everything he gave me. He’d ordered me not to come, but the scrape of his zipper along my ass every time he thrust into me was making me crazed.
I could see the picture we made. Me, half naked and bent over the hay with my pants wrapped around my ankles, and him, fully clothed, taking ownership of me, of our bodies. It wasn’t until his dick began hitting my prostate that I knew I was going to pull a Dudley Stanley and blow my wad too soon. Hot Cowboy had promised that if I held out long enough, he’d reward me handsomely, but I already had my reward.
His words.
The ones I’d been so desperate to hear.
Then he was grunting my name as he spilled himself deep inside of me. He kept shoving into me, his release heating my overstretched muscles. I was being burned alive from inside of my own body and it wasn’t enough. His order for me to come wasn’t enough. The weight of his heavy body collapsing onto mine even as his cock continued to jerk inside of me and thick semen began to slide over my rock-hard balls wasn’t enough.