Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Noah palmed my erection through my underwear with the confidence of someone accustomed to grabbing a dick. My eyes rolled back, and my body shuddered. He was capable of destroying me even without skin-to-skin contact.
“Fuck, you’re even bigger when you’re hard.”
I made a semi-incoherent sound and crushed him against me. My heart was beating so fast it was resounding in my ears, and it increased when he slid his hand into my underwear and started jacking me. With his fingers tight and thumb pressed to the slit, I felt like coming two strokes in. My legs were spread wide enough to burn my hamstrings, and my thighs were trembling like I was doing a plank instead of having my wood milked by a good little college boy.
“Yeah, Noah,” I whispered. “Jerk that dick, baby.”
A raw groan wrenched out of Noah, and he plastered himself to me tighter. One of my knees was pressed to his crotch, so I could feel how hard he was through the thick fabric of his Dickies. I about lost it when he started grinding against me. Losing it seemed even closer to my reality when precum slicked my erection so much that I could hear the slick sound of his hand pumping. My abdomen tightened, and an arc of pleasure shot through me.
“Stop,” I growled against his mouth. “Hold up.”
He obeyed, and took his hand off me. Too close. Way too close. I needed to make this last.
We kissed again, like the world was ending or the ship was sinking and this was our last goodbye, while I returned the favor of getting him naked. I yanked his button-down open and off, sending buttons flying everywhere in my clumsy panic to get him naked. He didn’t complain. Even when I tore the collar of his white undershirt. Just twined his tongue with mine and kissed me until I was near delirious with lack of oxygen. Not sure what it said about me that I’d rather have lost consciousness than end this kiss. But he did before me.
“You turn me on so badly,” he panted, mouthing down my throat. “It’s not fair.”
I rooted for a coherent response in the depths of my lust-addled brain, but he sank his teeth into the tendons on the side of my neck, and I lost my mind.
“Oh fuck.”
Noah sucked on the spot while I ground against his thigh, and he reached between us to fully shove down my shorts and underwear. He moaned and licked his way up again, sucking my tongue into his mouth while we ground against each other. By the time I had our positions reversed and him sitting on the edge of my desk with his thighs spread open, our restless frotting was driving me wild.
Noah reached down one-handed to undo his fly. His mouth moved more frantically after I yanked his pants and briefs down so our dicks could glide together. My past of hooking up had always been more or less the same—hard fucking or dick sucking, little kissing, and definitely no prolonged fooling around. Foreplay had never been my thing when I was in a paranoid rush to get off and hustle the other person out the door before they could snap a picture. Yet I was more than content to grind on Noah’s lean, naked body all day long. Maybe even for the rest of my life.
Except that was all jokes once he bent his knees, and my brain hyperfocused on his ass. I grabbed my dick and rubbed the precum-slicked head against his hole.
“Shit,” he groaned, reaching down to jerk himself off. Didn’t even hesitate, just started stroking it while his knuckles brushed against me.
I swallowed the rest of his moans and fucked his mouth with my tongue while jerking my dick with the head still pressed against his ass. He rubbed against it urgently.
“Bet you’re tight as hell.”
This time Noah shuddered. “We should stop,” he said, still stroking himself. Still making sure his tongue grazed me with every word. “Bad idea.”
“What’s a bad idea?”
“This,” he panted. “Letting you fuck me until you come in me.”
Jesus Christ, he was going to kill me. My hands began to shake again. I couldn’t stop kissing him between each sentence, needing to taste the lips that were saying words so dirty.
“You’d let me come in you?” I nibbled his lower lip, our eyes locked and heads pressed together. “Use you until I fill you up?”
He made another of those wrecked sounds and rocked against me. I could feel his ass clenching against the crown of my dick.
“Is that what you think about, Noah?” I asked, voice coming out in a low growl as I dragged the dampness against him. “You fucking tell me.”
“Yeah.” Now it was Noah who was shaking. His entire body was tight with tension, sweat glistening on his skin and muscles tight. “Sometimes.”