Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
“You, uh, you could try it out,” I said, failing miserably at my attempt to remain calm. “See if you like it.”
He dragged his fingertips along my cock’s outline again, and suddenly I felt like he was putting me into some lust-fueled trance.
At this point, I’d do anything with him.
“Will you give me tips?” he asked coyly, as if he’d started to figure out just how much of a turn-on this was to me. “Be my teacher, kind of thing?”
Heat flooded every inch of me.
“I can do that for you,” I said, as if he hadn’t essentially just told me that I was winning the goddamn lottery.
“I just have one question,” he said.
“Ask me anything,” I said, swallowing.
His eyes glittered. “Why are your pants still on?”
8
ROWEN
My hands slid up toward the button on Shane’s jeans, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
Two thoughts swirled through my mind:
Am I actually doing this?
…And why the fuck is it so damn exciting?
I knew the answer to the first one, though. I looked up into Shane’s eyes and was met with a lustful desire stronger than anything I’d seen in my life. He wanted this. Wanted me. And was it really so bad that I wanted to be able to make him feel amazing, too?
“You good if I undo this button, Shane?” I asked him, moving between his legs on the couch.
I watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed, then nodded down at me. “Yeah. That’s—I’m very okay with it—”
“Good,” I said, loving the shy tremble in Shane’s voice.
Undoing the button and zipper on his jeans was like unwrapping a gift. It was wild to see the outline of a clearly hard cock just beneath the denim. It was certainly uncharted territory for me, but in a way I was starting to think I really enjoyed.
I tugged down his jeans and as he kicked them aside, I was met with an eyeful of Christmas.
Lots and lots of Christmas, all over Shane’s red boxer briefs.
“Oh my God,” I said, a smile spreading over my face. “You really do take the holidays seriously, don’t you?”
The pattern all over his underwear was candy canes, stars, and tiny holly branches. He looked down at me with a sheepish grin, the faintest pink blush landing on his cheeks.
“I didn’t exactly expect anyone to see these today,” he said, “but yes. The holiday boxer briefs come out in full force at the end of each year.”
I laughed as I gently trailed my fingertips over the patterns. The fabric hugged his upper thigh, and I was hyper aware of the soft, downy hair that stopped just above the elastic waistband at the top.
“Didn’t think it was possible for me to like you even more than I already did,” I said. “You are one-of-a-kind.”
I leaned lower, kissing gently along the tops of his thighs. He moaned softly, and I watched the outline of his cock twitch beneath the thin fabric. I looked up to meet his gaze again.
“Can’t help it,” he said. “Your mouth is so close to me, and all.”
And thank God he was enjoying it too, because my own cock was throbbing as I saw the reaction I was getting from him. I really was into this, and it was starting to drive me a little crazy. Maybe the real reason I’d never done anything with another guy before was because I was secretly afraid that he wouldn’t want it as much as I did.
With Shane, I had none of that worry.
There was no doubt that he wanted this. And I wanted more.
I bit my lower lip and then leaned in, pressing a kiss along his shaft. He groaned, his hips slightly bucking underneath me.
“Tell me what to do,” I said softly. “Teacher.”
I hooked my fingertips onto the top of his waistband and slowly began to pull down.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Yes. That. Keep doing that.”
I teased out the moment, both because I wanted to torture him just a little and because I was trying to calm myself down. I moved his waistband lower until his cock bobbed free.
And if there was ever any doubt that I could be into cock, it all disappeared right then and there.
“You are fucking hot,” I murmured, marveling at him. His cock was thick and hard, pointing upward and lying flat against his lower stomach. “Even your goddamn dick veins look good. What the hell?”
“Well, thank you,” he said.
So modest.
Like he didn’t know how great his cock looked.
I leaned in and wrapped my fist around the base of his cock, and I took his tip right into my mouth. Again I was surprised by how not weird it felt. It was nice, actually, and I let my tongue slide out against the underside of his tip, in an area I knew would probably be a little more sensitive.