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 keep trying to start a video, but I can’t.
For the first time ever, I’m bored by it.
Why can’t I get myself going?
What’s missing?
I think of Oliver’s room. His cozy blankets. His slowly twinkling Christmas lights. And I just want to fucking be there.
So I go.
With lube and my favorite toy tucked under my shirt as I walk down the hall.
His goddamn roommate Percy is never there, anyway. And Oliver loves leaving his door wide open. Nice people are always too trusting.
I set up my camera on his table, and I press record.
“Knew it,” I utter at Oliver, my voice coming out raspy as he pushes the thick toy further inside me. “Knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.”
“I’m not touching you. I’m doing everything you asked.”
A strangled moan escapes my throat as my ass stretches further. Oliver is pushing it in harder, as far as it’ll go, now, and much deeper than I usually would go with a toy.
It’s tight, but so slick that it’s a very good type of pain.
Over the last two weeks, it’s been a genuine pleasure to watch Oliver slowly unravel.
It wasn’t even fully intentional.
I got busy with classes, and I’d been going over to hang out with Sevan almost every day in my free time. I’d also driven back to Bayville twice trying to find Callum to attempt to talk with him, but he hasn’t been home at all.
Probably for the best.
Talking with Callum doesn’t typically end well, anyway.
But since the night I drove Oliver around in Sevan’s car, he’s clearly been descending into a slow, maddening pent-up spiral because of me, and it’s been delicious for me to see.
I’ve never seen him like this.
I’ve fought him, provoked him, and gotten on his nerves more times than I can count, but I’ve never seen him so lust-drunk that he can’t even keep his cock in his pants.
And it’s incredible.
I stare at his cock as he strokes it above me. His long, pink shaft and even his fucking sack are mouthwatering, like a prize being dangled in front of me and I’m not letting myself indulge. Every muscle in his body is pumped. He must have hit the gym extra hard today, and it shows.
His skin is somehow tan, even at this time of year, and practically glowing in the light.
“God, I cannot wait to shove your legs open and fuck your ass so hard you break,” I tell him in a low tone. “You want to ride me so badly and you can’t even hide it.”
“You think that’s what I want?”
“Look at yourself. You’re dripping for me.”
I move my phone a little and make sure I’m getting a good shot of his dick.
Another drop of clear precum hangs from his tip and lands on my skin a moment later, like his own cock is betraying him and showing me exactly how much he wants this.
He bites down on his lower lip and slides the toy halfway out of me, then shoves it in deep again in one quick motion.
“Are you going to watch this video later and stare at my cock like you’re doing right now?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
He exhales and I watch his cock throb.
He didn’t expect me to tell him the truth.
But there’s no point in lying about it.
I’ll watch this video whenever I want.
“Watch it and know you can’t have it,” he murmurs, stroking himself a little faster. “Because of your dumb rule.”
“All you have to do is be honest with me,” I tell him. “Then maybe I’ll even let you fuck my ass. How do you think it would feel to be pushing into me instead of using that toy?”
I watch him try to hold back.
“Keep trying to break me, Niko.”
“Keep acting like you’re not about to come just from looking at me,” I tell him. “My number one fan. Listen to my voice as I talk you through every fucking step of you losing control. Grip your cock harder.”
His eyelids flutter shut, but I see his fingers grip tighter on the base of his cock. “I’m going to come when I choose.”
“You’re going to come when I tell you to.”
His eyes open again and he stares at me like he wants me dead.
“Bring it closer to my mouth. I want you to feel my breath on your cock and wish you could take my throat.”
He lets out a frustrated moan.
“Need to come,” he says, and his voice is close to a whisper now.
“I know you do. Close to my mouth. Now.”
It feels like I’m doing a goddamn magic trick. He wishes he could stop himself, but he can’t. He shifts his body a little more forward until he’s gripping his cock just above my mouth, and his other hand drops away from the toy inside me.
“Didn’t tell you to let go of that. Reach for it.”