Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“It’s real,” I assured him, nibbling his bottom lip before crashing my mouth over his.
I held nothing back. I ground my bare cock against his denim-covered one, pumping my hips in a quest for friction as I sucked on his tongue. I couldn’t get close enough. He tasted like mint and he felt like sin personified, I mused, pushing his jeans over his ass.
It was a moment of truth. If he was going to freak out, it would happen now.
But he didn’t.
He angled his head, deepening the connection. His hands strayed from my pecs to my waist, and finally, he clutched my ass, meeting me thrust for thrust. No hesitation.
I could have come like this but damn, I wanted this to be good for Denny. And I just…needed to touch him.
I palmed his erection through the cotton barrier, slid it along his shaft, then slipped my hand in the front of his boxer briefs. I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock, stroking him to the rhythm of our dueling tongues.
“Oh, fuck. That’s good,” Denny gasped, shoving his jeans and briefs completely out of the way.
I nipped his jaw, rolling his nipples between my thumbs. “I can make it better.”
I kneeled at Denny’s feet and swallowed him whole.
Maybe I should have proceeded with care, taken it easy, and made an effort not to overwhelm him, but I’d lost control a while ago. I wanted things I couldn’t ask of a newbie. I could hint at them, though. I massaged his inner thigh and pushed his legs apart, ghosting my thumb over his crack. Denny pumped his hips faster, almost, but not quite fucking my mouth.
I loved it. I fucking loved it. I picked up the tempo, sucking him with gusto as I traced his entrance with the tip of my fingers. He stilled for a beat, but when I oh, so gently pushed one inside, Denny went wild.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and let his hips fly. I jerked my cock, teasing his entrance with one finger while he fucked my throat in earnest. Tears blurred my vision. He was big and strong, and he was giving me everything he had.
I added the tip of a second digit and that was it.
Denny cried out a warning. “I’m coming. I’m…”
I swallowed every drop, shuddering through my own orgasm. Cum hit his ankles and spurted at his feet. I grabbed the rung on the nearest barstool, trembling through aftershocks.
I felt unraveled and undone as I licked my numb lips and tried to remember my name. It would have been nice to bask in a post-orgasm glow, but as my breathing evened out, I braced myself for anything.
This was no ordinary hookup. I’d just blown Denver’s rookie hotshot and while I was pretty sure he’d enjoyed himself, there was a chance I’d just taken the “sexy angle” a step too far.
I stood, kicking my jeans and boxers aside to avoid tripping, and regarded him carefully. “You okay?”
Denny nodded slowly. “Yeah. That was…good.”
I arched a brow. “Good?”
He smirked. “Very, very good.”
Okay, so not too freaked out.
“That’s more like it.” I gestured to the floor. “Got anything to clean this up with? I think we’ll need a mop.”
“Yeah, I’ll stick your jeans in the dryer too. Be right back.” Denny gathered the discarded clothes and disappeared down a short hallway off the kitchen.
He returned a couple of minutes later with a damp towel, dressed in sweats and a Condors tee. I put my boxer briefs and T-shirt on and helped wipe up the mess we’d made. Then I wandered into the living area and sat on a corner of the sectional, thanking him when he handed me a water bottle.
“Nice place,” I commented.
Denny perched on the edge of the sofa, leaving a cushion between us. His body language was all over the map—ankles crossed, fingernails scratching at the label on the bottle, yet…his posture was the epitome of relaxed. Evidence suggested he was nervous in a “What the fuck am I supposed to say to this guy now?” way. Totally understandable.
“Thanks.” Denny worried his lips as he tore the paper sleeve from his water bottle. “So…if we’re friends now, I think I need to know more about you.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t google me.”
“I did. There’s not much info, and your social media feed is Zen quotes and pictures of horses.”
Fair enough.
I rested my knee on the cushion between us. “I’m an open book. Ask me anything, but first…I have a couple of questions for you.”
“Shoot.”
“You seemed to know what you were doing.” I made a lewd gesture with my fist. “Was that really your first time?”
Denny’s ears turned pink. “Yes. I’ve just done my research, and it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Like…years.”
“My dick?” I joked.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. Next question.”