Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Just a peek at his caveman coming out to play got another desperate sound from my needy boy.
“I love seeing you wiggle and hearing your sweet begging sounds. You wouldn’t be able to beg to come, but you’d whimper for me and you’d look so sweet.” Going back to focusing on his slit kept him right on the edge as it felt like jolts were firing through him.
He was so mixed up inside he wasn’t going to last, but that was okay—I loved seeing him shoot off like a rocket. He was sexy as fuck when he was desperate with no willpower at all.
“I’d tickle you.” Rubbing the tip softly got another shiver from him and I knew he was imagining how it would feel to be so helpless. “My fingers would be digging into your ribs and that area right by your hips that makes you wiggle and squeal.”
Spreading out my hand, I barely had to brush over the sensitive area between his hip and his groin before he cried out and his cock bounced. “You’d belong to me completely and I could just keep making you laugh and laugh. You wouldn’t be able to get away and we both know you wouldn’t want to.”
His whine said he was nervous but his cock said I was right. “You’d make sweet, happy sounds for me, and when you couldn’t help it anymore, you’d pop and you’d let go completely.”
Pressing right on his slit when I said the word pop had his orgasm firing through him, and he let out the most beautiful, desperate cry as he exploded. At the very least, his body knew what he wanted even if his head wasn’t quite there yet because his orgasm just kept going as I jerked him off again and again.
When he finally went boneless and let out a deep breath, I relaxed my hold on his cock and kissed his head again. I wasn’t sure where his mind was at but he surprised me and made me smile. “Orgasming, right? Popping…that was orgasming, right?”
“Do you want me to give you kisses and snuggles or do you want me to lie?” Hearing his choices made him sigh, but he lifted his head and gave me an exaggerated pucker. “Thought so.”
He was adorable and slightly insane…but he was predictable.
And I loved that about him.
Chapter 3
Ashton
“Hey…this is going to be…” Sawyer’s voice had me looking up at my office door but his frustrated and slightly embarrassed tone didn’t give me any hint about what he was feeling. He always sounded like that unless it was something he saw as strictly work related. “Howard sent me.”
Trying not to laugh, I nodded in understanding. “Closed door or open door?”
We had the weirdest boss and he had no social skills whatsoever when it came to anything…interesting.
Sawyer sighed, clearly relieved I wasn’t going to be a pain in the ass. “I don’t know. I’m supposed to ask if you know how many extra hours you’ve worked over the past couple of days.”
Looking apologetic and slightly worried, he frowned. “It’s really not my business, but if Howard has noticed then something is up.”
Yeah, he was oblivious to a lot of things.
But the reminder had me glancing down at my computer and wincing at the time before I looked up at Sawyer again.
“And he was worried it might be gay related so he sent you.” There was no way to be upset with the guy because he generally had good intentions even though nothing ever came out right.
Rolling his eyes, Sawyer nodded after a few seconds. “Yeah, he didn’t exactly say it that way but he talked around it and mentioned we were close in age a few times and that sometimes young people need someone to talk to.”
“At least he’s well-intentioned?” I wasn’t sure what else to say because the frustrating man wasn’t exactly wrong. “Yeah, I’ve been working too many hours and I’m driving myself and everyone around me nuts, but I’m not as nuts as it’s coming across.”
Cocking his head, Sawyer frowned at me. “That’s not the answer to make me go away quickly. You know that, right?”
The best part about his answer was the way he was trying not to glare at me. To say talking about personal things at work nearly gave him hives would’ve been an understatement. When he’d first started working in the main office, Howard was so confused and worried about the guy he’d come to me asking if recommending therapy would be inappropriate.
He’d been the one to give the entire HR department gray hair until he’d just given up asking them questions.
Asking me, and it seemed Sawyer, got him in less trouble.
“If my brain was working at full capacity, yes.” I didn’t know what I was doing any longer. “I’m really fine. It’s just some stuff at home. My relationship is good. I’m just overthinking a few things and it’s spilling over everywhere.”