Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Pleasure flowed through his body like river rapids filled with lust, but he didn’t want this ride to end. He bobbed his head, each time meeting his man’s thick fingers with his lips. Each stroke rubbed salty pre-cum into El’s sensitive flesh until the familiar flavor made him relax his jaw and tickle Trig’s fist with the tip of his tongue.
“Does that mean you want more?” Trig uttered and removed his hand, locking his eyes with El as the cock dove deeper into El’s willing throat. Its girth wasn’t wide enough to cause discomfort to an experienced cocksucker like El, but he still needed to stay focused to avoid gagging as he placed both hands on Trig’s hips, wordlessly signalling that he wanted Trig in charge.
Trig’s face flushed with arousal, and he rubbed El’s mouth where it was buried in his pubes before slowly tugging him up by the hair. High time, because El needed air if he was to continue this game.
With lips wet from saliva, El looked into Trig’s eyes without shame. This guy had seen him dumpster diving and puking his guts out after a bad combo of vodka and happy pills, and if that hadn’t scared him off, then there was no need to be embarrassed.
El itched to be wanton, so he let the stiff cock out of his mouth and kissed its tip, rolling his lips against the slick flesh. “You’re so hard. I wanna ride you.”
In that moment, Trig was an open book, and every single page was all about his need for El. He sat up and pulled El to his feet, mouthing the outline of his hard dick as soon as it was within reach. “Fuck yes. Get this off or I’ll cut out a hole to make you sit on my cock.”
“That’s kinda hot.” El laughed, and it struck him that he couldn’t remember being this playful and happy in sex. He shoved his boots off, and didn’t waste any time with the pants and underwear. He presented himself to Trig with pride, showing off all the ink on his skin. Only once he spread his arms, proud as a peacock, it hit him that Trig had seen a lot of it when spying on him.
“Maybe another time,” Trig whispered to the cock pointing at his face and grinned. His touch was gentle, but each brush of his calloused fingers vibrated throughout El, making his blood buzz with need. He reached under the pillows and his hand came back with a tube, which had been waiting here for the guy Trig was meant to fuck during the party. He wasn’t here. El was. And he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Place your foot on my knee,” Trig instructed and rubbed his cheek against the inside of El’s thigh the moment his wish was granted. His stubble massaged the sensitive skin, making El shiver as he looked down and saw his dick so close to that handsome face.
El rarely trusted strangers to stretch him right, so he usually took care of that himself, but Trig knew him inside out and always tried to please him. El took a moment to admire the dark hair falling over Trig’s face and then pushed it away to see the firm nose and cheeks dark with arousal.
“I won’t let you out from under me until dawn,” El said even though it was unlikely he’d last long fucking this stud.
“That a challenge?” Trig asked and chewed on a bit of flesh from El’s thigh while his fingers teased the entrance in a promise of more to come.
El’s eyelids fluttered when Trig leaned forward, but when that hot mouth embraced his dick, he was torn whether he wanted to dive in further down that smooth tongue or stab himself on the digits. Trig decided to give him both.
“Oh, fuck!” El twisted his fingers in Trig’s hair and curled his toes, restless from the desire flooding him in rapid waves. The fingers weren’t moving around much, but as three stretched his entrance, the hot lips gently sucking on his cock seemed like too much of a temptation. He worried he might come before Trig entered him, but his hole emptied the moment his muscles felt soft and yielded to the touch.
“Come on,” Trig whispered, backing toward the headboard and pulling on El’s wrist. They were in an erotic frenzy, and whatever happened next—El would welcome with open arms. As much as he wanted to ride that hard dick, at this point he was more than ready to come. Now. Preferably with that hard length inside him.
He pushed on Trig’s shoulders to pin him to the bed and straddled his hips with fresh determination. Trig was no bodybuilder, but he’d matured so much in the few years they’d been apart, and had become so much more muscular. El could just imagine him boxing a sandbag or doing pull-ups to get this deliciously ripped.