Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“He might be the only guy I’d let my boyfriend fuck who isn’t me.” Eli winks at me and pulls on my hand. Seems he’s ready to explore.
“Isn’t he right here, though?” the Santa asks, spreading his arms to show off the way the red coat opens to reveal a smooth chest.
“I’m sure there will be takers,” I tell him, making it playful so his ego remains unbruised as I let Eli pull me toward the doorway dividing us from a room that smells of sweat, cum, and poppers.
“I think it would stress me out to be here on my own,” Eli whispers as his gaze drifts off to ogle a couple going at it on a couch under red lights.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m more of a boyfriend type. I don’t want some stranger’s hands on me, no matter how hot he might be.”
“Good,” I say and sip on my mocktail as the other room reveals itself in its dusky glory.
“For the other guy,” Eli teases with a smirk. He knows me too well.
It’s not that big of a party, but there are more than enough guys within sight to satisfy everyone. The furniture is clad in easily removable covers some poor soul will need to launder first thing tomorrow, but it’s Christmas Eve, and quite a few of the men I’m seeing are intent on collecting their presents early.
The colorful spotlights pulse to the rhythm of the music, as if this whole interior, and all the bodies within it are sharing the same pulse.
“He better keep his hands to himself,” I say, watching a broad-shouldered guy fuck someone in the very back. Three weeks ago, this could have been me, desperate to satisfy all my cravings on a single Friday evening.
Now I’m not beholden to any masters, yet here I am, craving the same man every single day.
As we drift to a wall offering an excellent view of the entire space, I sense Eli’s pulse quickening when I move my thumb over his wrist.
“I bet you now regret you didn’t get off,” he teases and slides his hand over my cock.
Bad boy.
“That’s… so cruel,” I whisper, retracting my hips until my ass is flat against the wall. But hope rises inside me. He can’t remove his mask, or reveal any identifying marks, but he could jerk me off…
Would that be enough to let off some steam at this point? I do like that even with all the studs and fucking around, his attention is still on me.
Eli downs his drink and grins. “I don’t know how I’d feel about someone watching us fuck. I think I’m too shy for that after all. Even in the mask. I want only you to see my body open up and my legs tremble.”
Oh, he is so doing this on purpose. Planting the idea in my head so a mix of jealousy and arousal twists me up. I’d say he will regret it later, but he’ll probably enjoy the hell of the rough fuck I’ll unleash on him.
“You’re teasing me,” I say, pulling him back to the bar space. “Is that what good boys do to their boyfriends?”
“Who said I’m a good boy?” Eli asks, picking up my hand and licking the sensitive part between my thumb and forefinger. The shiver it elicits goes all the way to my dick. He’s drunk. But I like seeing him like this. Free and playful.
He’s quite possibly the handsomest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. How can I resist him?
“You two probably can’t wait to join the fun in the other room,” Timoly says, appearing at our side out of nowhere, his eyes flickering behind the simple mask he’s wearing. I swear that name has to be fake.
I chuckle and lean in to kiss Eli. “Hardly. I don’t think this is our scene.”
The man who invited us here seems to have had an agenda from the start, because he barely keeps back a scowl. “Understandable. I also prefer a more… intimate setting, if you catch my drift.”
He wants a threesome.
Or a foursome with Carl, or whatever the other man’s name was, in the peace of their apartment.
“Sure you can’t talk your wolf into a bit of an adventure?” Timoly asks, stepping closer to Eli, and setting my senses on high alert. He thinks Eli is the weak link and can be swayed. Or that I’m under Eli’s heel, which isn’t untrue. Both options piss me off though.
Eli shakes his head. “Yeah, I don’t think my wolf wants a different guy.”
I like that he now has the confidence to know that.
To my astonishment, Timoly doesn’t get the hint. He slides his hand around Eli’s waist and looks me straight in the eye as if it’s some sexy game we’re playing when he’s about to lose his damn life. “You wanna watch me fuck your boy?” Timoly asks, voice thick with lust.