Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“I have to have you,” he whispered urgently. It wasn’t enough to fondle and grope—he wanted Jack in the most intimate of ways. He wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him. He didn’t just want it—he was desperate for it.
He fumbled at Jack’s shirt, lifting it so he could lean down and bite his nipples. Jack looked down at him with an intense expression. His eyes were dark—they looked nearly black, the pupils dilated and fixated on Will’s face, his lips parted and wet.
Will fell on him, ravenous, licking and kissing his nipples as his hands slid down Jack’s chest, seeking the buckle at his belt. At the same time, Jack grabbed Will’s T-shirt and pulled, ripping the flimsy cotton easily with his strong hands. Thrilled by the unexpected and dominant act, Will dropped to his knees on the floor before Jack, his hands still on Jack’s belt buckle, which he managed to open. Feverishly he pulled at Jack’s fly, licking his lips as he stared at the bulging package in Jack’s shorts.
Desperately Will pulled at the boxers, dragging them down so Jack’s erect cock and balls appeared, engorged with blood and hard as steel. Will leaned down, one hand gripping the base of Jack’s shaft as he lowered his mouth hungrily to lick and suckle his cock.
Jack leaned back against the sofa, murmuring, “Yes. Jesus God, yes, yes, yes…” His fingers twisted in Will’s hair, his thighs gripping him on either side as Will worshipped him with his tongue.
It didn’t take long. Within a few minutes Jack was panting, his groin thrusting upward as he plunged himself deep into Will’s mouth and throat. “Oh, God. I’m going to come. Will, oh, Will.” Jack’s body trembled, punctuated by spasms and gasps of pleasure as he released his slippery seed, arching in ecstasy. Will held on, milking him until he sagged back against the sofa, his head thrown back, his fingers still entwined in Will’s hair, though his grip was now limp.
Gently disengaging himself, Will pulled up beside Jack on the sofa, his cock throbbing. He stared down at his ripped T-shirt and then looked at Jack. Jack had lifted his head and was staring back at Will, lust painted over his face, suffusing his features, making his eyes shine.
“Stand up,” Jack said softly, though with a commanding tone Will hadn’t yet heard. Intrigued and turned on, Will obeyed. He stood in front of Jack, who reached out and pulled at his fly, popping the snap and dragging the zipper down.
“Take them off,” Jack said, his voice low and sure. Was it because he was on his home turf? Or just finally accepting and embracing who and what he really was? Whatever it was, Will’s cock hardened even more, if that were possible. He obeyed, dragging his jeans down his thighs along with his underwear. With a shrug he let his tattered T-shirt fall to the ground.
Jack knelt before him, licking his lips, the gesture slow and sensual. He pulled Will forward, his strong, large hands on Will’s hips as he parted his lips and closed his mouth over the head of Will’s cock.
Will sighed his approval, gripping Jack’s shoulders for balance. After several lovely moments of licking and sucking the sensitive crown, Jack leaned forward, trying to take more. He reared back, gagging. Will could feel his frustration. “Use your hand,” he offered. “You don’t have to take the whole thing in your mouth.”
“Sit down,” Jack answered. “It might be easier for me.” He pulled Will forward, guiding him toward the sofa. Still on his knees, he turned toward Will.
Will leaned back, spreading his thighs as Jack maneuvered between them. Jack took the shaft into his hand, closing his lips over the head. As he lowered his mouth, he lifted his hand to meet it. Will scooted forward to the edge of the sofa to give Jack better access. To his surprise, Jack slipped a finger between his ass cheeks, probing at the cleft.
Will gripped the cushions on the sofa and pushed down against the digit, wishing it were Jack’s cock. Jack pulled his hand away, but only to lick his finger and return it to Will’s nether hole. He pressed his thick finger inside to the first knuckle and Will couldn’t contain his moan of approval.
Jack began to suck faster, his hand flying up to meet his mouth, the delicious friction rapidly bringing Will to the edge. Dimly he was aware of a ringing sound, but he didn’t pay much attention, too focused on the roiling pleasure that nearly consumed him. When Jack slipped a second finger into his ass, Will shuddered and began to buck out of control.
Jack pulled his hot mouth away, but his hand continued to fly over Will’s cock as Will moaned with pleasure. “Jack!” he cried as he came. “Jack!”