Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Keep going like that, and I will. Tell me how I feel…what I do to you.”
My thoughts tripped up, and I almost lost my rhythm. Talking like this wasn’t something I typically did during sex, but then, I shared so much with Charles that I didn’t with others. This would just be something else to add to the list.
“I’ve never felt anything as good as bein’ inside you. It’s like this is what I’ve been waitin’ for, like for the first time in my life I fit.” Shit. That wasn’t very good sex talk, was it? “Don’t think I’d ever leave your body if I didn’t have to.” Which was true and unbelievable at the same time. I didn’t usually crave sex, or truly enjoy it, but it was something special with him.
“Fuck yes,” Charles said, his torso arching toward me. His cock jerked in my hand, the temperature of his skin blazing as the first pulse of cum shot from him. His ass spasmed around me, his eyes closed, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as another spurt and another hit his chest.
As crazy as it sounded, in that moment there was nothing I couldn’t do, nothing I couldn’t have, because I had done this. I had given him that much pleasure, which made me lose what control I had left.
My balls drew up, my body tingly, limbs shaking as I was swept away in the most powerful orgasm of my life. I could drown in this moment, and it would be the best way to go.
My limbs went weak, and I fell on top of him, my dick still inside him, condom full. “Sorry,” I mumbled into his chest, and tried to get up, but Charles wrapped his arms around me, then his legs, holding me in place.
“I don’t know what you’re apologizing for. Making me come my brains out? Because that’s what you did. And I’m not ready to stop holding you yet. Is this okay?”
I smiled, my chest too full to breathe. “This is more than I ever thought I’d have.” I wasn’t sure if that was the best response to his question, but it was all that would come to me.
“Christ, Brian. You deserve this and more. You deserve everything.” His hands roamed my skin. He kissed my sweaty forehead. Our bodies were stuck together, but we didn’t move, not even as my erection softened and I fell out of him, condom hanging on. My release was probably making a mess all over, leaking from the rubber, but I didn’t care. Thank God he didn’t either.
I didn’t know how long we lay there, but eventually Charles rolled me off him. He took the condom off like it was nothing and went to the bathroom to throw it away.
“I could’ve done that.”
“I know,” he said, returning with a washcloth. It startled me when he used it to clean me up because no one had done something like that for me before. It was sweet.
Afterward, Charles climbed back into bed with me and turned off the lights. We automatically moved toward each other, bodies and limbs tangled together. We spent the rest of the night alternating between kissing and sleeping. I’d never felt so content.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Charles
“Too early,” I teased when Brian’s alarm went off for work. We were naked like we had been every night since he’d fucked me, but he hadn’t made a move to take me again, and I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to sound like I was pushing him. I’d never been in a relationship with someone who was likely demi or fell somewhere on the ace spectrum. It was new territory for me to navigate, so I always made sure to err on the side of caution. I loved sex with him, but only wanted to have it when he did too. He’d jerked me off two more times in the past week. I blew him once, and it took a while for him to get there, but eventually we got him to finish. The other time I asked, he said he didn’t feel like it but wanted to be naked with me, just kissing me. That he always seemed to want, skin-to-skin contact and kissing. Damned if I didn’t love giving them to him. Kissing him went to my head the way it never had with anyone else.
“Sorry it wakes you up. If it’s too much, you don’t gotta stay.”
I pulled him until he was on top of me. The sun had recently risen, and the room was softly aglow with light from the window. “Nope. I’d probably cry if you didn’t let me sleep over anymore.” He rolled his eyes, but I knew he liked shit like this.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“That’s not very nice…and I like being in your bed. You said I’m welcome here anytime I want. No take-backsies.” Then I realized I sounded like a creeper, so I added, “Really, though, you can rescind the offer anytime.”