Page 132 of Brace and Chase

“It’s fine. Now we have to figure out how to tell Gab.”

“I actually have an idea for that,” I say brightly, feeling like this might remind him that he actually likes me.

“What now?” he grumbles and spins on his heels to walk toward the kitchen.

I start telling him as he walks.

“So, only one of us has to tell her, really. So, I say...” I pause to build tension when he opens the fridge and gets one of his precious Cokes out. He opens it, takes a sip, and this is my moment. “Whoever lasts longer in a blow-job competition gets to stay out of her office.”

He spits Coke all over the counter and starts to cough violently, some even comes out of his nose.

“Ew,” I can’t help but say with a cringe.

“You’re such an asshole,” he says, defeated.

“But I’m your asshole.”

He stops moving, then after a long moment he turns slowly in my direction.

“All right, then.” He reaches to the back of his neck and pulls his T-shirt off. I get distracted by his long, lean, defined torso until he snaps his fingers in front of my face. “On your knees, Nik. Do your best.” He undoes the button of his jeans and slowly drags the zipper down.

Not one to back out of a challenge, I lower myself to my knees and look up at his pretty face.

“You’re not allowed to touch my head, and neither will I,” I tell him seriously.

“That’s fine,” he mumbles as he takes his phone out of the left front pocket and shows me the timer app. He hands it over. “You start that whenever you’re ready, and you’re in charge of stopping it.”

“Got it,” I say, locked in and reaching into his briefs to get his dick out. All this time I’ve been focused on making his pleasure last as long as it possibly can, and now I’m supposed to get him there faster than ever?

I’m an idiot, but oh well. A bet’s a bet.

THIRTY-SEVEN

SWEETHEART

“Ready?”Nik whispers. I can feel the delicate burst of air right on my thickening dick.

Fuck, just seeing his face so close to the tip of my cock is doing half the work. I don’t know how, but I need to win this.

Nik has to have a real conversation with Gab, and honestly, there are few things I want less than having to tell her that not only did I not convince Nik to retire, but I told him about her scheme months ago and now we regularly swap fluids.

Thinking strategically, I think I can get him to blow his load in about a minute and a half, and that’s taking into account that I’m for sure playing with his ass, which is something he doesn’t have in his bag of tricks. So I just need to hold out for longer than that.

So yeah... I focus on the phone facing up right next to his knee, and nod down at him.

“Go for it,” I tell him through gritted teeth.

And go for it he does.

“Fuck,” I shout, surprise and pleasure warring inside me when he takes almost all of me to the back of his throat. “How—Nik—oh my God,” I moan, unable to get the words out. My dick is fully hard now, the traitor, and it feels like there’s nothing I’m going to be able to do to stop myself from coming way sooner than planned.

The smug twinkle in his eyes tells me he knows it, but it also reminds me of the purpose of this whole thing when all I want to do is lean back, relax, and let him pleasure me—quickly for once.

I grit my teeth, curl my fingers inward, and get ready to resist.

I can’t let him win.

But then, the bastard, he reaches over my hips and takes two strong grips of my ass and starts kneading the soft flesh.

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