Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Well, thank you for being in mine right from the start. You’re a pretty special wingman.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Obviously, not a good one since the only orgasm you’ve gotten is with me. I’m apparently only good at helping you hook up with me.”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me. And that’s partially my fault. I tried once on Halloween, and that’s it.”
“You fucking suck,” I tease him. “Speaking of orgasms, I kind of need to have one. Get the hell out so I can get on with it.”
“I thought we were bonding?” He grins.
“We did that, and now I want to come.” I shove the blanket away, stick my hand in my pants and wrap it around my erection. “I’m gonna do it while thinking about us bonding,” I tease him.
“Oh fuck. You’re serious.” He looks down at my hand beneath my clothes.
“Yes, I am. So help, watch, or go. It’s your call.”
Hayden pauses a second. I can see the wheels turning in his head. See the lust in his eyes mixed with worry. It doesn’t take long for the lust to wipe out the worry. Then he’s shoving my pants down and wrapping his hand around my dick. I push my hand under his shorts and palm his heavy balls before fisting his cock as well.
“Dude, this fucking piercing is so hot,” he tells me as he strokes me, rubbing a thumb over my crown.
“You should feel it in your ass,” I reply and then my head drops back as he works my dick faster. I pick up speed jacking him too.
It’s just like the time I blew him—fast and frenzied but fucking good.
He plays with my balls, which I fucking love. He leans toward me and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he burrows his face in my neck and sucks. Then the pressure inside me builds before suddenly letting loose. My body tenses as I shoot, all over my stomach and Hayden’s hand. I pull his dick out, stroke him faster, squeeze tighter, rub my thumb over the head of his rod. I see the tension in his body, see him trying to hold back his orgasm, and I want nothing more than to pull it out of him. When I know he’s about to lose the fight I bend down, wrap my lips around his dick just in time for him to coat my tongue with his jizz.
“Oh shit…fuck…I didn’t expect that.” He rolls to his back, out of breath.
“You should always come to expect that when you’re living with me.”
11
Hayden
Living with Cody has been nice. Real fucking nice, considering the perks. Messing with him is an amenity I would never have figured was included with the unit, but I’m glad it is. He’s a good guy just like Gary said. He’s friendly and fun, but also sexy, and I sure as fuck haven’t minded screwing around, especially with all the sexual tension I’ve had building up within me over the past few weeks. Cody’s not weird about that stuff the way Lance always was. He’s more like me and Derek. We can hit it whenever without giving a damn.
There’s something comforting about being able to jerk off a guy without having anything attached to it or thinking there needs to be something more, especially coming out of a relationship where the sex became so important that we just stopped having it.
I walk Raven, Mom’s Labrador, to the front yard of Mom’s house. He takes a dump, and I scoop it up with a bag before heading back into the house. Mom had to stay late at work today, and she asked if I could walk the dog. I don’t mind. I like being able to help her when I can, especially after all she’s done for me throughout my life. I tidy up around the place, putting some clothes she has strung around her room in the laundry and cleaning a few dirty dishes in the kitchen. I’m running the sink faucet, scrubbing a plate, when I hear the door open.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Mom says.
She walks through the front hall into the living room. Her curly almond-brown hair falls down past her shoulders. A long strand from her bangs falls over her face. I imagine she’d been playing with it like she usually does when she gets stressed.
“How was your day?” I ask.
She sighs as she rolls her eyes back before approaching the bar between the kitchen and the living room. Setting her purse down, she rests her elbows on the granite countertop. “I had to deal with these awful parents who swear on their life that their kid has never cheated. Even when I showed them the paper and the identical paper she found on the net, they continued swearing up and down that it must have been some mistake.”