Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Levi pushes his finger inside me, and I hate to think it, but all that oversharing by my dads growing up kind of prepared me for this moment. I block that from my mind but remember the advice they gave to Brady when he came out.
I’m surprised I retained any of the information, considering I was laughing so hard at his embarrassment, but I bear down and take a deep breath, concentrating on what his mouth is doing instead of his finger.
My skin burns like I’m too hot, but there’s no way I’m going to stop this.
“You’re doing so good,” Levi encourages. He moves even lower, licking the spot between my balls and my hole. My muscles contract, my ass tightening around Levi’s digit, but when he presses his tongue harder against my skin, I relax, and he pushes in another finger.
Then his tongue is gone, and I whimper, but when he lifts his head again and says, “If we’re moving too fast, I can slow down—”
“No. Keep going. It feels good.”
And maybe that was the wrong thing to say because he turns up his moves.
One finger equals good. Two is … intense. I haven’t worked out if it’s a good intense or a bad intense yet, but I’m going to let it ride.
His fingers work me open, and his mouth distracts me from it. It gets to the point where my body doesn’t know if it’s in pleasure or pain, and that feeling is somehow addictive. It even gets to a point where I’m so stretched that I’m begging to feel that pressure and sting again.
That is, until he hits my prostate, and I understand everything I’ve ever heard about it. I want him to stay right there. He can live there. His fingers belong to my ass now.
“You’re almost ready,” he encourages.
“I’m ready now. I need your cock.”
“If you’re sure …”
“If you can hit my prostate like that with your dick, I don’t know how I’m going to play in the NFL without you inside me the whole time.”
Levi laughs, his breath hitting my skin. “Why am I imagining like a giant baby backpack contraption instead of calling you an idiot?”
“Because you love the idea of always being inside me as much as I do. Please tell me that’s why.”
“Just wait until your family finds out how much of a cock slut you are.”
“One, eww, don’t mention my family while your fingers are inside me. And two, we haven’t exactly found that out yet, so hurry up and fuck me so we can work out if it’s true or not.” I regret my words, though, because as he stands, he removes his fingers, and he still has his pants on. “You’re not even naked yet? You’re killing me. I need you.”
He gives me what I want. He lowers his pants and underwear but only to his thighs. He’s quick with the condom, and when he lowers himself on top of me and pushes the head of his dick against my hole, my first reaction is to tense.
But then I think of that feeling. That, turning me from the inside-out feeling, while the rest of my body hums with pleasure, I relax enough for him to enter me.
He takes his time, but I’m already addicted.
I’m glad I didn’t go out exploring with other guys after my confusing feelings for Levi because I will always share this with him. He’s my first and my only.
“I love you,” I say to him again. Now that I’ve started, I can’t stop.
I want him to say it back, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grits his teeth and kinda grunts.
“Is that caveman speak for you love me too?”
“No. It’s caveman speak for ‘holy fuck you’re so tight, and if I don’t get under control soon, I’m going to blow already.’”
“Ah. So it’s the sexy kind of caveman speak. Keep talking to me.”
Levi leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “I love you too.” Then he kisses my cheek. “I love you.” He keeps going, alternating between kissing me and telling me he loves me, and if I’m honest, it’s almost as good as the dick in my ass.
Almost.
By the time Levi has kissed nearly every inch of my upper body, he moves in and out of me with ease. I take him, take the sting, take the hit of pleasure every time he brushes my prostate, and when I think it can’t get any better, Levi reaches between us and strokes my cock.
“You need to come, Pey. I need you to come.”
Like I said, my body is a puppet, and he knows how to play me. I cry out and come hard, covering my abs with my release, and as if holding out for that exact moment, Levi lets out a “Thank fuck” and stiffens on top of me.