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)
The song ended, moving on to something faster, but Charles didn’t let me go. He sped up the movements, still dancing, then spun me around, making me laugh. We almost fell over when he tried to dip me, him joining me in another round of laughter. The thud of my heart matched the tune of the song, or hell, maybe it just matched Charles and the joy he lived life with.
When he pulled me up to him again, then kissed my smile with his, I knew everyone was watching us, but for the first time in my life, it didn’t make me nervous or insecure. Or maybe it was just that Charles was so good at lending me his joy, it overpowered everything else.
It was late when we climbed into bed together, naked and showered.
My lips found their way to Charles’s. It took me until this late in life to discover that kissing was one of my favorite things. “I could spend a lifetime kissing you,” I told him before taking his mouth again.
I wasn’t hard when he wrapped a hand around my shaft and started to work toward stroking me to life. I opened my legs, a thought starting quiet in my head, then getting louder.
“Can you put your finger inside me? I wanna see what that’s like.”
“Yes. Fuck yes. We do that, and I’m going to suck you at the same time. If you’re not feeling it, or realize you aren’t in the mood, just tell me and we’ll stop.”
I nodded, knowing Charles would always stop if anything we did wasn’t something I wanted.
He reached over and grabbed the lube from the drawer. My gaze wouldn’t leave his as Charles slicked his fingers, then settled between my legs.
“Put a pillow under your hips for me, sweetheart,” he said. Once I did that, Charles kissed my balls, then licked them. He loved on them like they were one of his favorite things, which made me start to feel some movement going on down there. This was Charles. The man who danced with me and got me to play guitar onstage and loved me.
Those thoughts, along with him sucking my slightly hardening cock into his mouth, made heat flood my groin.
“There we go. I love making you hard. And such a great reward I always get—my favorite nice, hard cock to play with.”
“Oh God, Charles.”
He licked me from root to tip as his finger pressed between my cheeks and rubbed my rim. “I really want to taste you. Can I give you my tongue? I think you’ll like it—the feel of my scruff against your skin while I soften you up with my mouth.”
I looked down at him, unsure. I’d never pictured having someone’s tongue in my ass on my bingo card, but I never had being in love with someone like Charles on it either. And I trusted him, maybe more than I’d ever trusted anyone in my life, so I nodded and hoped this worked out.
“Fuck yes,” Charles said, using his hands to spread me open. I widened my legs, pulling them back some to help. I couldn’t pretend nerves weren’t weighing down my gut, but again, if I wasn’t feeling it, we would stop.
His eyes were on mine as he leaned in, giving my rim a lash with his tongue. Pleasure zipped up my spine.
“Can you do that again?”
“Gladly,” he replied, and went all in. He buried his face between my legs, wet tongue licking and probing me. It was weird, more the mental part than anything, but Charles stroked my dick, which was hard now, while basically making out with my hole. It took me a minute to realize how fast my breathing was, that I had a hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, the other fisted in the blanket. I writhed beneath him, this incredible feeling filling me up.
I moaned when Charles pushed a finger inside me. The weirdness came back, with a hefty dose of discomfort.
“Not good?” Charles asked, then licked my balls again.
“Keep goin’,” I said, wanting to give myself more time before I decided.
He nodded, trusting me to tell him what I wanted. That meant more to me than I could say. Charles slid his finger in and out, using his tongue on me at the same time—cock, balls, hole, then back again. Suddenly, he hit a spot inside me that made my hips shoot upward and my cock stab down his throat.
“Shit…I’m sorry. That was… I see why ya like that,” was all I could manage to say.
Charles grinned at me. “Don’t apologize. I like making you feel good.”
He quirked his finger again, making my hips thrust forward a second time. He alternated between fingering me, playing with my prostate, and using his tongue on my hole until I was harder than maybe I’d ever been, my body light and fluttery.