Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I’ll make sure that he’s happy, and we will surely enjoy our time together, because why the hell wouldn’t we? He might not be the kind of man I’d happily see at my mother’s side, but he is what I want.
But since knowledge is power, I do want to know everything about him, so I ask, “How about you? Are you out?” I couldn’t exactly work that out from his Grindr messages.
He laughs and nudges me again, getting that sultry look in his eyes, his neck reddening. “Oh yeah. You know, I did wrestling from an early age, and… well, I worked out pretty quickly that I’m gay. Can’t say my dad was happy about it when he found out, but since I was not good at hiding, I just went with it, and since I was big, nobody dared fuck with me. Lots of guys wanted to wrestle me after hours, if you know what I mean?” Dalton opens a button at his collar. “Is it hot in here? I still have a bit of a thing for those wrestling costumes.”
I imagine him in one, wrestling me down to a mat, and suddenly I’m into them too.
“Maybe a bit,” I lie and pop two buttons of my shirt, revealing a bit of my chest. Pride swells inside me when he notices, and the heat of his gaze scorches my flesh.
This is what dreams are made of.
He desires me. And while, right now, he is under the influence of a drug, his body didn’t lie to me when we fucked that first time. I’m just breaking his resolve faster than it would have done on its own.
“So… what happened? How did you find out you liked men? Did you get hard for another wrestler?” I whisper as my own body responds to the fantasy woven in my head. When I move my foot over the floor and touch his, the electric shock gives me a shiver.
Unless he has the willpower of a medieval monk, we will be fucking in a matter of minutes, whether he knows it or not.
“God yes…” Dalton mumbles, eating his tiramisu even faster, as if he needs to demolish it before he’s ready to admit that he’s hard for me. Because he most likely is by now. If I reached under the table, would I find his erection wetting his pants with pre-cum already? “Once I was more aware of what to do, I got so horny with another guy I just ripped the back of his singlet, and drilled right in, because it turned out he got himself ready before coming to wrestle me. I guess I had a reputation. I held him in a lock and pinned him to the mat with my dick until I pumped his ass full of my cum.”
Dalton’s so flushed that if he wasn’t hard before, he surely is now. I bet he forgot he denied me his dick yesterday. I can’t keep myself from smirking as I move my foot up the side of his calf, and he whimpers, eyes zeroing in on me immediately. They’re so dark now, so very lusty.
“Oh, to be that other wrestler…”
Dalton bites his lip and slides his hand under the table where he grips my foot. Even his fingers are hot. “Come to think of it, he looked a bit like you. Just the way I like. Strong, handsome, pretty lips…”
I’m still in control, but he is trying to wrestle it from me with each word whispered in that warm, husky voice, with each stroke of his hand up my leg.
I’m about to burn alive, and I’ll walk into the flames with my arms open.
“My lips? What do you like most about them?” I ask, attempting to keep the fever out of my voice.
It’s power play. I could make a move, and he’d probably fold, but since it’s him who wanted to deny me his dick, he needs to be the one to offer. I may be cheating, but there’s no rules in love and war.
Dalton reaches over the table, all too close to the half-melted candle, and his thick thumb brushes my lip. “You had… a bit of cream there,” he says, but once he wipes what’s likely not even there, he slides his finger under my top lip.
Now I’m hard too.
And as I open my mouth ever so slightly, he pushes his way in. The touch of his rough fingertip on my tongue almost makes me whimper, but I need to remain in control of this game, so instead of just yielding, I meet his gaze and gently press my tongue to the digit.
It’s all on offer, Dalton. Just say the word, break the spell, and get your dick sucked.
He gets up, opening the buttons of his shirt, and the tent in his pants couldn’t be more obvious. He’s panting, all his attention on me, and he circles the table like a lion approaching prey, but he has no idea I’m the one luring him into snares.