Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
He hummed. “I’m glad. Tell me everything.”
We sat side by side on the sofa, sharing soup while I spilled my news.
Malcolm sympathized but was glad my coach had insisted on rest. He cited scientific reasons the body needed downtime—repairing damaged muscle tissue, improving mental health, reducing inflammation…the list was long and nothing I didn’t already know. It sounded different coming from Malcolm, though.
He stated facts with a measure of calm, reassuring me that I was going to be okay. I was still on track. No worries.
Okay…not true. I had plenty to worry about, but he reminded me that I had options and that maybe time was working in my favor. I just had to relax and trust the process. The same stuff I told him when he was feeling blue.
It was strange to think that a few months ago, I didn’t know Malcolm at all. And now…I was glued at the hip to a genius who felt like my best friend.
A wave of gratitude overcame me. I didn’t take friendship lightly and I’d definitely never fucked a friend, so to infer this was new was an understatement. I felt lucky to know Malcolm, lucky to be someone he’d want in his life.
I reached out to push a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He shot a puzzled glance at me, setting the empty soup container on the coffee table.
“Listening to me whine, being wise and cool. Sometimes I think I should give up, but—”
“Don’t,” he intercepted. “Don’t give up. Keep going, keep trying. Scientifically speaking, forward momentum creates energy, energy drives movement and progress.”
“Is this another one of those ‘if you put your foot in water, it’ll get wet’ examples?” I teased.
“Yes, and it’s that simple. You might not get exactly what you want, but if you stop, you get nothing.” Malcolm gave a self-deprecating shrug.
I cupped his chin and pressed my lips to his temple, his cheek, and the corner of his mouth. “And that’s science?”
“Y-yes.” He closed his eyes and leaned into me. “Science.”
Malcolm sucked my tongue, grinding and swaying as he rubbed the heel of his palm against my denim-covered erection. He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, then stopped—his fingers hovered on the zipper as if awaiting my permission. Fucking tease.
I didn’t beg, but it was a close call. I moaned aloud when he finally pulled my dick out and stroked me a few times before lowering his head. I closed my eyes as Malcolm took over, licking me like a popsicle. He was so good, so good, so—
A noise from the hallway jolted us apart. It wasn’t Layla, but she’d be home soon and this wasn’t smart.
“I should go,” the guy with his aching cock saluting the ceiling said.
Malcolm hopped up, held his hand out, and wordlessly led me to his room. I noticed a lot of plants and books stacked into mini towers on a desk and in the corners. After that, everything got fuzzy.
We were good at this now. This give-and-take, push and pull. I knew his body well and I knew how to make him wild—my stubbled jaw rubbed on his inner thigh, my tongue on his balls, two fingers in his ass. He loved the burn.
Our eyes locked as I stretched him open, driving my cock deep inside Malcolm. He loved being on his back, his legs wide, his hands all over me…tweaking my nipples and raking patterns along my sides.
And me? I loved everything about this. About him. From his glasses, freckles, and pretty mouth to his smooth skin, slim body, and the feel of his thick shaft wet with precum between us.
I folded him in half, his legs on my shoulders, as I upped the tempo, holding his hands and fucking him into the mattress.
This was where I’d praise his tight hole, graphically narrating my every move with F bombs galore…I’m fucking you so hard, baby. You want my fucking cum in your sweet ass, don’t you?
Not tonight.
The things in my head were sappy as shit. I like this, I like us, I want this, I want you, I need…I love—
I came without warning, shivering through a mega orgasm, showering his face with kisses until he joined me.
Not gonna lie, I was mildly freaked out by the well of emotion that clung to me after we cleaned up and said good night.
My mind whirled on my walk home, replaying my day and reassembling puzzle pieces of my life. What if you kept moving, but you changed direction? What if you took someone with you? Would that future work? Would he want it too?
I stood on the path outside my building and shook the cobwebs clear, shocked by the strange turn my thoughts had taken. It was one thing to enjoy great sex with someone you liked and admired and something else to wish you could have him for the rest of your life.