Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Letting my mind wander when I have my slickened hands on the ass of a magnificent naked man—whom I also happen to be straddling—is probably not a good idea. In fact, that’s where all the bad ideas come from.
Bad, bad, bad ideas.
My eyes drift back down to his butt. Each time my gripping hands circle his ass, his cheeks pull apart slightly.
Each time, I get a wink of his hole.
Bad ideas.
How far is he wanting me to go, really? Is he “asking” me for something with all of this teasing and taunting? Is this another way for him to dare me like he used to do when we were teens?
Are we engaged in an adult game of Truth or Dare that I was somehow not made aware of?
Truth: I’m hard as a rock, Stefan is enjoying this, and his bare ass and tight hole is right in front of me.
Dare: Put something in it.
But what do I put in it? My face, which hovers innocently up above it? My cock, hard and wet-tipped and throbbing and literally resting mere inches away from it? My fingers, slippery with lotion and well acquainted with the feel and touch of Stefan’s body?
My hands have gotten implied permission to do what they want, pretty much. Stefan has to be asking for it. My hands move in two slow circles, one going clockwise on his right cheek, the other counterclockwise on his left, and with each rotation, I pull his big cheeks farther and farther apart, exposing his hole to me.
I keep glancing up at his head, as if looking for a sign of panic from him. But he just lies there, at peace, with his face pressed into the pillow and saying nothing at all. He doesn’t even move.
Maybe he’s waiting for it.
My hands grow closer to the center of his ass each time they come around, and soon, my wet thumbs are grazing his hole.
Do I dare? Do I double dare? I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it.
“What’re you doing down there?”
I flinch, my eyes shooting up to meet his. I just realized I’d stopped moving my hands, having them frozen in a cheek-spread position with my thumbs at his hole. And now he’s lifted up his head a bit to stare at me through the side of his face.
I’m thrown off my game. “Huh?”
“Gazing into heaven or something?” he taunts me.
“Are you trying to make your buddy lose his mind?” I shoot back at him, feeling brave. “Knowing what I am and … putting me through all of this? My hands are all over your body.”
“Are you losing your mind?”
“Yeah. And I’m …” My lungs feel like they’re shrinking. “I’m down here wondering what I’m allowed or not allowed to do.”
“You’re the expert,” he mutters. “Do what feels good.”
What feels good? Is he serious right now?
“For you or me?” I fire back.
“Both of us.”
With that, he drops his head back onto the pillow. And I drop my gaze back down to his ass. His beautiful, plump ass, and that inviting hole that stares back at me, my thumbs still teasing at the perfect pink entrance.
Do what feels good, he told me. Yet another dare of his, a dare to taunt me, a dare to work me right up.
And do I dare comply?
16
STEFAN
My heart beats so hard against the bed, Ryan has to feel it. I must be shaking the foundation of the damned house with my pulse alone.
Not to mention my dick, trapped and throbbing between my belly and the silky soft sheets. Every time Ryan had pressed into my back, my body moved just slightly, and the unintended stroking sensation that did to my cock was unimaginable. If he kept massaging me right there at my hips, I would probably have come all inside my shorts and over his slippery, soft sheets.
As it is, I’m probably leaving a huge stain of pre-cum.
No way I can hold that back even if I tried.
And now, he’s got my ass spread with his hands, my hole puckering and staring at him, and I have no idea what he wants to do with it. I’m leaving it completely up to him.
I’ve never been this fucking turned on before.
What is he going to do with it?
What the fuck am I doing?
I feel him shift slightly, my cheeks still pulled apart, exposing my hole, and then there’s a breeze down there. Breath.
It’s his breath. His face.
No way.
The next instant, there’s something warm and wet dragging its way across my hole.
I experience exactly one brief moment of wanting to protest and stop him before a thousand little shockwaves of pleasure run over my body, melting every inch of me. The effect is instant, and I succumb to the ecstasy of what his soft, slick tongue is doing as it runs across my butthole over and over again.