Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
And another.
Over and over he tongued my shaft, licking up the remnants of my cum. Then his mouth was closing over the head and he gave me a gentle suck.
“Harder,” I groaned as I let my fingers slide through his soft hair.
His eyes lifted to mine even as he took me back into his mouth. He sucked harder, then harder still, carefully gauging my reaction. I’d intended to use the encounter to test how far he was willing to go, but I had my answer pretty quickly because within a minute, he was eagerly trying to take me to the back of his throat. It didn’t work, of course, but my body didn’t give a shit about his inexperience. Nor did he seem embarrassed by it, because despite the fact that he couldn’t figure out how to deep throat me, he kept working my dick between his mouth and his hands until I was ready to blow.
I tried to warn him, but the orgasm was on me before I could stop it and then I was unloading down his throat. He sputtered and jerked his mouth in surprise, causing some of my cum to hit his chin and neck. Just as quickly, he drew my dick back into his mouth and swallowed as much of my release as he could. By the time the orgasm had started to wane, his skin was glistening from my release and his pupils were blown. I yanked him to his feet and crushed my mouth against his, and then lapped up every drop of cum I could find as I walked him backwards towards the bed. His back hit the mattress as I shoved him down, and in one move, I was on my knees and pulling his sweats down. I swallowed him down before he could say anything, and when he came in my mouth moments later, he cried out my name.
We were both breathing hard by the time I flopped down on my back on the bed next to him. I had no clue where to go from here, because I hadn’t yet managed to catch up to the fact that Nathan was blowing all of my expectations out of the water.
He rolled over on top of me and then his mouth was on mine. I managed to kiss him back, though in truth, my limbs felt like jelly.
“Was that okay?” he asked, a hint of insecurity seeping into his voice. It would have been the perfect time to feed into that insecurity with the intent of driving him away, but when his amber eyes met mine, I couldn’t do it.
“Perfect,” I whispered.
“Liar,” he said with a grin. He kissed me and said, “But practice does make perfect.” He waggled his eyebrows at me in such a way that I had no choice but to laugh. The emotion felt foreign to me, as did the way Nathan looked longingly at me as soon as my chuckling died down.
“Don’t end this yet, Vincent,” he murmured, all humor gone now. I couldn’t help but reach up to cradle his cheek with my hand. My throat felt too tight to speak.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because I couldn’t have told him the words I should have said, anyway. I couldn’t have given voice to the truth that this would never work and that he was only going to get hurt in the long run.
No, I couldn’t do any of that because I was a selfish fucking asshole who wasn’t ready to let go yet.
So I didn’t answer him at all.
Well, not with words, anyway.
But I did let my lips do the talking as I pulled him down for a searing kiss that would let him know he wasn’t going anywhere.
Yet.
“Here,” I said as I handed the bottle of beer to Nathan. He was sitting on the far end of the lounger on my deck, staring off into the distance. The sun was just starting to fall, so the sky above us was lit up with swirls of fiery orange and red. The air had turned cool, and while I’d pulled on a long-sleeved shirt after my shower earlier, Nathan was still wearing a T-shirt.
“Why don’t we go inside?” I said as I let my fingers drift over his cheek.
I hated how quiet he’d gotten since this morning. After the encounter in my bedroom, we’d each gone to our own bathrooms to get cleaned up. I’d joined Nathan in the kitchen to clean up the mess we’d made…that I’d made. There had been an awkward tension between us ever since then, and Nathan had spent most of the day in his room with one of my laptops. When he’d tried to show me the emails he’d written to get my approval before sending them, I’d waved him off because I trusted him not to put either of us in danger by revealing his location.