Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He’s slowly sliding out of my mouth now, and I expect him to mess with me even more. Maybe even leave.
But that doesn’t even seem to cross his mind. When I stand up, he leans in right away, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss at the same time as reaching a hand down to squeeze my cock.
“Your turn,” he murmurs as he pulls back, the look in his eyes still as electric as before.
You’re still with me. Small fuckin’ miracles.
He carefully gets down on his knees and wastes no time. He grips my base in his hand for a moment, and then when his mouth slides over my cock, he takes me deep into his throat. The rush of sensation is overwhelming.
I watch his lips pull off of my dick in an obscene way. He faintly smiles at me and it kicks something loose inside me.
Oh, God. That smile.
Devious but tender at the same time, like for once, he has nowhere else in the world to be but here, with me. I shouldn’t have doubted him. Shouldn’t have worried that he’d leave me high and dry.
He slides right back onto my dick and the realization hits me harder.
I want you too much.
I like you too much.
“Sev,” I whisper as I reach out an arm to grip the tile wall. “I want to come for you.”
He keeps his rhythm steady as the wave builds inside me and starts to crest.
I belong to him now.
I belong to someone that I can’t belong to, someone who has me wrapped around his goddamn finger like I’m a feral animal begging for more.
Tension builds and releases, radiating through my body as I lose control. He takes my come just like I took his, swallowing while holding my gaze the whole time.
“Fuck you,” I whisper softly.
He slides off, biting his lower lip as he looks up at me. “Was it that good? Honest answers only.”
“I can’t stand how good you are.”
“You love it, Wes.”
When he stands up he’s smiling again and I’m shaking my head, still in disbelief that this can even be real.
I fit so perfectly with another person.
Finally.
After years of thinking it wasn’t possible for me.
But it’s him, it’s Sevan goddamn Berlant, standing right there in front of me and starting to make me smile too because when he looks that way it’s too contagious.
“You’re…” I say, trailing off.
He touches the lower part of my cheek, his gaze following his hand. “I love your dimples.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath, and I pull in a lungful of steamy air. “They’ve been there since I was a kid.”
“Never even knew you had them until we started hanging out more.”
“Liar. You knew me before.”
“Yeah, but you used to just scowl so much when you saw me.”
“I don’t scowl.”
“You scowl, babe.”
I glare at him for a moment but then I can’t help myself from smiling again, so I try to hide it by crushing my mouth against his in a kiss.
He laughs softly as I move, pinning him to the shower wall, squeezing his hips as I kiss him over and over again.
Reality is there, somewhere, dim in the background of my mind: I’m not going to have this forever.
I’d be crazy to think I would.
But if I think about that too hard I’ll collapse. For now, I’m taking everything I can get. Staying in a fantasy for as long as I can until reality shatters back into my world.
I’m zoning out, staring at his tattoos while we’re drying off, when he finally talks again.
“Any specific plans for the alumni dinner next week?” he asks. “Execs you want to talk to, internships you’re gunning for?”
The truth is I’ve barely thought about it at all.
I work up some semblance of an answer for him, though.
“Uh, there’s one guy, Nevinson. He seems like the exact opposite of my father, so that’s good enough for me when it comes to schmoozing with a CEO.”
I don’t mention that it doesn’t matter what I want.
I’m not getting any internship, and I’m hoping that every single one goes to Daggers and Luros members this year.
Sev glances up at me in the mirror, leaning over the countertop for a moment. “Niko told me your dad was awful to you and Hunter.”
I look down, adjusting the towel wrapped around my waist. “He wasn’t exactly a Mr. Rogers type of dad, no.”
I don’t know how much Niko told him, but judging by the serious look on Sev’s face, he probably knows the worst of it.
The air in the room suddenly seems to shift.
Like we’re no longer in our own bubble anymore, and my real life is making its way back in, uninvited.
“I got bullied really badly in early elementary school, too,” he says, applying lotion to his arms in a way that only highlights his muscles.