Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“As in, we try other things before the heavier stuff.”
“Other things?”
Miller takes my hand and leads me into my bathroom. Anticipation builds in my stomach in the form of nervous butterflies. He turns the water on, and then turns to me, lifting the hem of my shirt.
Raising my arms, I let Miller undress me, and then it’s his turn.
I like the way Miller stares at me, the way his dark eyes appear almost black when he takes in my already hard cock.
I’m excited for anything he has planned for me although I already know I want him to top me one day. I’ve been thinking about it ever since our FaceTime call where he instructed me to play with my ass.
At home in Chicago, I ordered a dildo online, but I’ve been too chicken to use it yet. I don’t know why. I think, like anything, I want Miller there with me when I use it.
Miller makes everything better.
Even showers.
He gets under the spray first and rinses the sweat from his hair. While he reaches for the shampoo, I duck under the water.
It’s a small shower, so the elbows to the ribcage whenever we move about isn’t fun. Miller hands me the shampoo and we both wash ourselves off fast. When we’re done, we make no move to get out of the shower.
“You were saying something about other things we could do?”
My hand trails down Miller’s back and over the swell of his ass.
“Want me to get on my knees for you?” I whisper.
Miller’s groan sounds like a yes, but when I go to lower myself, he pulls me back up by my arm.
“I have a better idea for that mouth of yours.” He cups my face and brings his lips to mine for a chaste, soft kiss. “I love kissing you.”
“Then keep doing it.” I pull him closer, our wet bodies sliding and pushing against each other.
His mouth descends on mine again, nibbling, sucking, and teasing my bottom lip.
Our hard cocks seek friction, and I can’t get close enough no matter how hard I pull Miller to me.
The way Miller kisses, I understand why he loves my mouth. Kissing him is nothing like the kisses I’ve shared with others before. I’ve had passionate kisses, warm kisses, kisses that made me feel all cozy, and others that kinda made me bored. But Miller’s mouth? It has the power to make my universe crumble. It makes me weak in the knees, and I don’t know whether to relax under the comfort of the familiarity of Miller or pin him against the wall and see how far these sparks can fly.
“Shane,” I whine, my body conflicted.
“Mmm, I love it when you beg too.” Miller’s hand reaches between us, and he angles his left hip bone against me to give just enough of a gap for me to see what he’s doing.
Miller grips both our cocks in one hand, and my breath hitches. He starts off slow, jacking us in long slow pulls.
I rest my head on his shoulder and continue to watch his soapy hand run up and down our hard lengths.
“Why does that look so fucking hot?” I whisper.
“Forget how it looks. How does it feel?”
Precum leaks from my slit. “Good, but it’s not enough. It’s a big, fat, fucking tease.”
Miller chuckles, his shoulder jostling under my forehead. “What if I do this?” He grips us tighter and thrusts into his hand, making his cock drag along mine, and his hand creates more friction.
“Shit,” I hiss.
“I take that as a good sign.”
I nod.
Miller keeps going, trying different speeds and twists of his wrist until I’m a panting mess.
“Let’s see what else you like,” he whispers.
His other hand snakes between us too and massages my balls. I swear I almost come on the spot. I don’t even have the ability to voice my approval.
My hips move too, fucking into Miller’s hand.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant.
“You gonna come for me?” Miller asks.
I nod again. Apparently, Miller makes words not work good.
“Want to come in my mouth?”
Just the thought of Miller with his mouth wrapped around my cock has me going over the edge.
“Shiiit.” I convulse as streams of cum land on us.
The warm water washes away the evidence of my orgasm, and I don’t lift my head from Miller’s shoulder until he’s shaking with laughter.
“What?” I grumble.
“Seriously, dude? Couldn’t hold out? I was looking forward to that.”
“I’m totally throwing you a mental middle finger right now.”
“Why only mental?”
“Because you’ve wrung me out. I can barely stand.” But I force myself to pull back. Looking down, I notice Miller’s still hard. “Oh. You didn’t … want me to …” My mouth waters at the memory of swallowing him down.
“I have a better idea. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah? What are we gonna do in there?”