Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“Sure. Until another drama comes along. Then I’ll have to hang around in fucking limbo before you grace me with the accept button. I heard you loud and clear, bitch.”
“Clearly not.” Josh wipes his mouth. “Stop punishing me for giving a shit about you. You know I made the right move, even though it hurts.”
Heath’s got a Satan like twinkle in his eye as he sips on his drink, glaring at my boyfriend.
“Stop punishing you? I’ve only just started, Joshy baby. I’ve been building up to this for fucking months.”
“Fine, whatever. Do your worst,” Josh says, and fair play, he’s got some balls and he wants to use them. He’s challenging Heath for a reason. Goading him into an onslaught.
All I know is it’s going to get seriously fucking brutal.
I’m nervous as well as excited at what lies ahead. A spectator at a gladiator arena as two titans smash it out.
“Stay on all fours like a good little puppy dog.” Heath tips his head. “And spread that ass for me. I want to see the target. Come on, quick fucking sharp.”
Josh shuffles around, dropping himself onto his chest so he can spread his butt cheeks, like a good puppy dog.
“Wink for me,” Heath says, and Josh clenches. “Wink then push.”
I know Josh douched himself clean earlier, but it still looks dirty as he heeds our client’s commands. He’s so exposed he looks vulnerable, and he doesn’t hold back, winking and straining his asshole in a rhythm as Heath watches.
“How many dicks have you taken since you’ve been ignoring me?” Heath asks, and Josh looks back at him over his shoulder. He gives him a cheeky smile.
“A lot. I have been working after all.”
“A lot? Really?”
“Oh, yeah, Heathy baby. I’ve been keeping busy.”
Heath stands tall, shoulders rigid. His teeth are gritted, eyebrows pitted. Wow, It’s the first sign of jealousy I’ve ever seen from him. If looks could kill, Josh would be a dead man as Heath downs the rest of his drink. Once again I’m a ghost. But this time it’s welcome. The show I’m watching is a masterpiece.
“You know what, though?” Josh continues, still straining and winking. “Every single fucking time I took a cock in my ass, I was thinking about yours.”
“Don’t take the piss out of me.”
“I’ve just taken the piss out of you, literally. I’ve taken all of it. And I’ll take whatever else you’ve got to give me, because it’s true. Every single gig, I was thinking about you.”
Heath shifts at that. Something seems to penetrate his armour.
“How hard did they fuck you?”
“Some of them meh, some of them like fucking beasts. Mountain men who wanted a sissy boy. They aren’t my favourites, but I take it.”
My nerves go wild at his words, a whirlwind in my stomach at this crazy dynamic.
“Did they stretch you?”
“Some of them did, yeah. Real fucking bad.”
I knew it. Josh is horny. Playing. Desperate.
His straining ass is crying out for a pounding, because I’ve no doubt whatsoever he’s telling the truth. He’s been thinking about Heath. Day, night, at work, at home. I just didn’t know how much, didn’t appreciate the strength of the adoration between them.
The pain.
“You’ve been thinking about taking my dick? All this time? Hand on heart?” Heath moves closer.
“Cross my heart and hope to die. Your fist, too. Whatever fucking filth you want to put up there, I want it all.”
Heath runs his palm across Josh’s butt cheek.
“I know, baby, I know. I believe you. You always tell the truth, even when it pisses me off.”
“Do it, then,” Josh says, meeting Heath’s eyes. “Come on, Heath. Let rip. Give me what I need.”
Heath laughs like the Count when the Count is being an evil bastard onscreen. The sound gives me shivers and I thrum my clit some more.
“No!” Heath says and slaps Josh’s ass hard.
I’m open mouthed again, in shock again as Heath walks away. So is Josh, staring after him.
“What?”
Heath pours another glass of fizz.
“You want it as bad as I do, and I’ve had to abstain for months. So fuck you, asshole, I’m not going to be fucking your asshole. Not tonight.”
I could almost laugh at the irony. The hilarity of the frustration in Josh’s eyes.
“Come on, Heath, don’t be a fucking tit.”
Heath leans back against the dresser, and raises his glass in cheers.
“I’ll be whatever I want to be. I’m the treasured client, remember?”
Whoa. Heath is really sticking to this. He’s serious. I don’t say a word, waiting for this to play itself out. Josh looks so disappointed, he mutters a fuck under his breath, but it only makes Heath smile viciously.
The expression on Heath’s face changes in an instant when he switches his gaze to me, though. The smile he gives me is the very opposite, full of excitement and warmth.
“Now, as for you, sweet curva. You deserve the very best this evening.”