Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Want you to do something for me,” I say in a low tone.
He swallows, nodding for me. “Yes?”
“Turn around.”
I grip his waist and spin his body in front of me, pushing him onto the wall forwards this time instead.
The expanse of his back is my whole field of view now. Even beneath his white cotton shirt, his muscles bend and sculpt the fabric, and it’s clear how good it is underneath.
I grip the waistband of his sweatpants and yank them down, and once his ass is fully exposed, my cock throbs.
Holy fuck, I do not have a “straight” bone in my body when I see that.
He’s so fucking perfect.
I couldn’t paint him.
Not this well.
No amount of acrylic or watercolor or oil could do justice to this man who makes all of my senses light up like a fucking Christmas tree, like he exists already as a work of art.
I squeeze his cheek hard and dig my fingers in. I reach back to undo my own pants, and I shove them away, stripping naked from the waist down.
I have to be closer.
“Just want to try this,” I tell him.
I reposition, widening my legs a little bit to get into the right place. I move forward again a little toward the back of his body, and I slide my cock along the underside of the cleft of his ass.
He takes in a sharp breath of air as he feels the contact there, his whole body tensing.
“Chase,” he utters.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper back at him.
I’m not sure if he thinks I’m stupid enough to just shove my cock inside him raw, but that’s not what I’m doing.
I spit on my hand and slick my cock with it, then let it slide in the crest between the underside of his cheeks again. I’m not trying to get inside him, and instead I’m just using his cheeks to glide my cock along the shape they make.
The sight of it turns me on so much I ache.
I fucking promise you wouldn’t even have to be attracted to men to know that Logan’s ass is fucking incredible, muscled like goddamn carved marble, and begging to be touched.
It’s always unnerving to realize you want someone that badly, almost like I’m not in control of my own body anymore. Like it’s a magnet being pulled toward him, and even if I tried, I’d never be able to stop.
“You are…” I push my palm up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Take this off, too. I know I'm being impatient. I didn’t even ask what you were doing before I got here. You busy? Because I want you naked.”
“Chase, I was eating watermelon and reading a contract about movie royalties,” he says in a low tone. “I’m ready to be interrupted.”
He pulls off his shirt fully and I lean down, resting my forehead just below the back of his neck.
He’s naked in front of me now.
An expanse of tanned skin that makes my mouth water.
“You have freckles here too,” I say, skating my fingertips over the sides of his back like I’m discovering new land. “How did I not notice that yet?”
I grip my cock harder as I start to jerk myself off.
I keep it slow.
Agonizingly slow.
I squeeze his waist with the other hand, and with every stroke I lay on myself, I let my tip slide between his cheeks, just a little. It’s not going into his hole, just going between.
Just an idea of what it might be like if I actually were going to fuck him.
“Chase,” he whispers again in a hoarse voice a minute later, as I’m spreading his cheeks just to drag my precum-slicked tip over his hole.
“I told you. You don’t have to worry.”
I take my hand away from his ass and his cheeks close around my tip again. My whole fucking body responds, and I get goosebumps at how hot it looks.
I grip my base and start stroking again, feeling the soft pucker of his hole at my tip, just gliding against it with a steady, gentle pressure.
“Oh God,” he utters.
“You can touch yourself,” I tell him. “Do you need to come?”
“Yes,” he hisses.
As he starts to stroke his own cock, his body moves even more. It makes more friction on my tip.
A couple of times, Logan tenses up, and my cock is so close to breaching his hole.
I can’t take it.
“Going to come right here,” I tell him, pushing a little on his hole. “Because I waited too many days to see you again, and it’s your fault you looked this hot when I walked in.”
Even the sound of his broken breath is enough to spur me on. “Thought I wasn’t your type. Having a change of heart?”
“Yeah. I am.”
He purposely squeezes the back of his ass around me hard at that point, and I lean over to bite the back of his shoulder gently.