Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
How many guys had he let fuck him, I wondered? While I typically bottomed for Houston, I did like a turn at his ass from time to time. Had he given it to anyone else? And if he had, I hoped like hell the whole time he’d wished it was me.
“Fuck, this is my favorite way to shut you up. I love watching my cock fill your mouth.” He stared at me as I sucked him like he was my favorite treat.
My dick was weeping. My balls ached they were so full. I wanted nothing more than to spill them down his throat after he had fucked my mouth until he came.
“Gimme what’s in here,” I said, pulling off and palming his nuts with my free hand. The other still teased his hole. “I’m craving something salty. You know I’ve always liked that over something sweet.” I winked at him. Houston rolled his pretty whiskey-colored eyes, but a smile teased his lips.
“Shut up,” he replied.
“Make me,” I challenged, and he did. Houston thrust into my mouth again, pumping his hips like a man possessed. My eyes watered. His thighs tightened. I could see the change in him, see the need to come take him over, knew when his pupils blew wide that he was about to shoot.
Houston cried out, his cock throbbing on my tongue as he spurted into my mouth, once, twice, followed by another. I swallowed them down greedily. His release kept going, like he’d been saving all his loads just for me.
When he fell back against the shower wall, breathing heavily, dick still on my tongue, but his balls all empty of cum, I felt like a fucking king.
I bent lower, kissing the scar on his knee. Houston tensed. I could feel the change in him before he was pulling me to my feet. I went easily. He tried to sink down, but I held on to him, wouldn’t let him out of my grasp. There was no way I was letting him kneel on this hard shower floor, but I sure as shit knew I couldn’t tell him that. If I did, he would do it to spite me, to prove that he was fine, and yeah, I was sure he was, but I didn’t want him to hurt.
“No. I want you to taste your cum on my tongue while you jerk me off,” I lied. Well, okay, it wasn’t a lie. The thought of that was hot as fuck, but a blowjob somewhere that wouldn’t pain his knee was pretty fucking sexy, too.
Houston slammed his mouth down on mine, kissing me, sucking my tongue, and feeding me his while his hand stroked my dick. It wasn’t great without lube, the water not the best for this, but I didn’t care. It was good enough because it was him. My balls were already ready to let loose, so ready that I came embarrassingly quick, Houston swallowing my moans as I shot all over his hand and groin.
We pulled back, but not far, our foreheads kissing and both of us breathing heavily.
He spoke first. “I’m going to kick your fucking ass. Look what you made us do.”
I laughed. “Made you, huh? Pretty sure you wanted it as much as I did. I saw that look you threw at me before disappearing into your room.”
He shrugged. “Moment of weakness, what can I say?”
“What are fake boyfriends for?”
We’d already pulled back, neither of us making eye contact with each other. It was obvious we were trying to play this off like it wasn’t a big deal, and it shouldn’t be. People hooked up all the time. We were horny, couldn’t sleep with anyone else because of the fake boyfriend gig, and we lived together. This was basically destined to happen.
“You’re all bruised,” he said softly, tickling my torso with the tips of his fingers.
I shrugged. “You know how it is. You used to look like this, too.” He flinched. “Shit. I’m an idiot. I wasn’t trying to remind you of what you lost.”
“It’s fine,” he replied, but we both knew it wasn’t. It made me think of seeing him with the kids today. There was something light in him when he’d been out there, something that looked freer than Houston had since I’d been back in his life. Like being on the field, even in that capacity, filled his lungs with air that he was deprived of everywhere else.
He turned off the shower, and neither of us mentioned that we didn’t actually wash up. He got out, grabbed two towels, and tossed one at me.
“Bet it was amazing.”
“What was?” He frowned.
“Having your first phenomenal BJ since we broke up.”
He chuckled. “You’re such a cocky bastard.”
“Which you think is hot.”
“I put up with it when I want to blow my load.”