Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I’m so glad you like it.” He kissing me again, then pulled back and looked at me with a hint of nervousness. “Want to help me christen our new home?”
“How do we do that, exactly?”
He grinned and took my hand, and led me across the room. And there on the floor behind the stacks of palettes was a king size mattress with crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows, and a bottle of champagne in a silver ice bucket with two glasses beside it.
I laughed at that and said playfully, “So you’ve brought me here to seduce me.”
“Well, not exactly.” He sank down on a corner of the mattress and looked up at me. “I’ve brought you here so you can seduce me.”
I went and knelt beside him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I want you to fuck me, Charlie.”
“But, you don’t do that.”
“I know. But I want to give this to you. I know you’ve never topped, and I want you to get to experience what it’s like to be inside another man.”
“What brought this on?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. The way we have sex is totally according to my rules, my formula. That may be the only way I can fuck, but that’s not the only way we can have sex.”
“Are you sure about this? You seem nervous.”
“Giving up control isn’t something I do easily. Or, you know – at all. But I love you and trust you, Charlie. And if you think you want this, I’m prepared to give myself to you.”
“Dante,” I murmured, and kissed him deeply.
I pushed him onto his back on the mattress, laying partly on top of him, and kept kissing him as I ran a hand down his hard, strong body. He remained uncharacteristically passive, resting his hands on my waist.
I pulled off my clothes and stripped him slowly, watching his reactions, trying to gauge whether he was enjoying this or merely enduring it. His cock was semi-hard, but his expression was wary.
I kissed him again, then sat back on my heels and looked down at him. “This isn’t you, Dante.”
“I really do want this. I want you to fuck me.”
“I want that, too. But you don’t have to be so passive. And this doesn’t have to be sweet and romantic, either. That’s not how we fuck.”
Dante sat up and considered this for a moment. And then he said, “You may have a point there.” He grabbed me and flung me on my back on the mattress, climbing on top of me and kissing me savagely.
Instantly, desire spiked within me, and I grabbed him in a rough embrace as he rolled over, pulling me on top of him. He grabbed my ass with both hands as I ground my cock against his and shoved my tongue down his throat, and he thrust up underneath me.
We rolled over again, and I bit his shoulder as he fumbled around under the edge of the mattress, finally coming up with a little bottle of lubricant. “You really planned ahead,” I grinned.
He chuckled a little and tossed the bottle to me. “I did. No fucking way was I doing this without lube.”
We sat up, kind of straddling each other, his thighs over mine and his legs spread. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him to me and claimed his mouth with a hard kiss, then reached down and took hold of his cock just as he took hold of mine. As we began jerking each other off, I asked, “You ever been fucked, Dante?”
He laughed and said, “Hell no. Who besides you would I ever let do that to me?”
“You ever had anything in you?” I flipped the little bottle of lube open with one hand.
“No. But I think I’m about to.” He grinned at me as I drizzled the clear liquid over his cock and balls, making sure plenty was running between his legs. He let go of my cock for a moment and ran his palm over his slick shaft to pick up some lube, then went back to stroking me.
I grinned too, jerking his now slick cock with one hand while reaching between his legs with the other. I leaned down and took his nipple in my mouth and sucked it, then bit down a little as the tip of my finger found his opening and pushed inside.
He laughed again. “Interesting distraction technique, biting me so I don’t notice the – ahhhhh,” he moaned as I twisted my finger and pushed it deep inside him.
“Less talking, more moaning,” I said with a grin as I pumped his cock and crooked my finger inside him, looking for his prostate. It was pretty damn obvious when I found it, his back arching as he grabbed onto me with his free hand.