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)
I am sucking dick.
Sucking. Dick.
And it’s… really fucking fun?
“Holy fuck,” he whispered.
“I was too curious,” I said as I pulled away. “How you taste.”
He nodded, his eyes dancing all across my face.
“You can do it again. If you wanted to.”
If I wanted to? If I freaking wanted to? Shane really had no idea how much this was doing for me, and even if it was just for fun, I wanted him to know.
I was going to do whatever I could to make this just as good for him as it was for me—because I already knew I was going to be getting off to the memory of tonight for months to come.
Operation Show Shane How Much I Want This was going to start right fucking now.
“Okay. Take your shirt off,” I told him. “I want to see more of you.”
I stood up, tugging off my own shirt and undoing my zipper. I pushed off my pants, standing in front of him in my own boxer briefs.
“Wait a minute,” he said, his eyes glued to my underwear. “You made fun of me for Christmas boxers and you’re wearing those?”
“What?” I said, looking down at the pattern. It was simple, a dark blue base with a bunch of snowflakes falling down toward the bottom edge of the briefs.
Shane gave me a pointed look. “Those are holiday boxers.”
I furrowed my brow. “They are not.”
“They totally are,” he said, a grin coming up on one corner of his mouth. “It’s a pretty little snow-covered pattern.”
“That doesn’t mean they’re holiday-themed,” I protested. “Snow is just snow.”
Shane bit his lower lip, looking up at me with that fucking adorable doubtful gaze. “I think we both are guilty of wearing cute holiday boxers, and you know it. Would you wear those in July?”
“Of course not,” I said. “These are for winter.”
Shane laughed, leaning his head back on the couch.
Fuck me, he looked good like that. Naked, arching backward, with his neck leaning back like that. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
He really was like a hot Abercrombie model.
And by the way my cock twinged just from watching him laugh, I was no longer able to deny it. I was attracted to him. I was into him.
“Okay. Fine. They’re holiday underwear,” I said. “I don’t care if you think they’re a picture of Santa’s fucking backyard, as long as you keep looking at me like that.”
Shane seemed happy with that. I pushed my boxer briefs off, standing in front of him, both of us fully naked.
“Wow,” he said, staring at my erection.
“Yeah,” I said, gripping myself around the base of my cock. “Can’t fake this.”
Finally, Shane seemed to realize that I wasn’t doing this as some sort of charity case. I wanted him, and when I got back onto the couch, I positioned my face above his, hovering just above his lips.
I leaned in and crushed my lips to his, holding nothing back. I let my body come down on top of his, straddling him and rutting my cock up against his thigh. His fingertips dug into the sides of my ass and it only made me grind on him harder.
“Doing pretty good,” he said breathlessly as I broke away from our kiss, “for a first-time student.”
“I’m a teacher’s pet when the teacher is you, apparently,” I said.
“Then suck my cock again,” he told me, his voice a low, commanding growl.
Goddamn.
Heat bloomed through my chest. “I like it when you talk to me like that.”
He bucked his hips upward onto me. “You really do like trying new things, don’t you?”
“If they’re this fun, yes.”
I sucked a slow kiss against his collarbone before moving lower, dropping to my place between his thighs. It felt good being here. I felt in control, getting to give him exactly what he wanted, but I also felt like I was serving him, too.
All kinds of way-too-hot things that were going to break my brain if I thought too long about them.
“I want your mouth,” he said in a low voice. There was precome leaking from his tip now, and I went forward to drag my tongue through it, enjoying the mild taste.
“I like that.”
“You’ve never done this before?” Shane asked, and I could tell he liked thinking about it, even though he already knew the answer.
“Never,” I said. “Never even really thought much about doing it. But there was something about you that was just…”
I let my words trail off as I dipped again, taking the length of his shaft into my mouth. He let out a slow moan, his cock throbbing gently in my mouth. It was certainly different to feel an entire fat cock right in my mouth—it was a tight fit, and I had to work to get him toward my throat.
But it felt good, just like everything else with Shane felt good.