Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“I thought this was going to be good?” He quirked a brow, and I was stuck between wanting to swallow him down and kissing the smug look off his handsome face.
“I bet I can suck you better than you can suck me.” I tongued his balls.
“You wish. Why do I still hear you talking?”
“Because you can’t hold my attention?”
He smirked, grabbed his cock with one hand, and held the back of my head with the other, and damn, this shouldn’t be hot, but it was. I let Whitt push me down, let him force his dick back into my mouth.
I was done playing games, done issuing challenges, and ready to drain his balls.
This time, I took him deep, all the way to the back of my throat. Whitt bucked his hips gently, holding my head, and for the first time, I was deep-throating a guy. I choked a few times, but that just seemed to fuel him more—me too, if I was being honest.
I sucked his dick like my life depended on it, like it was a test that I had to pass. Every time his cock hit the back of my throat, I swallowed around him.
Whitt was quieter than I thought he would be, quieter than he had been when we’d fucked Monica. Because it was his first time with a guy? Feeling some kinda way about it being me or because he was a little sad and lonely? Because he was. I could see that, and I wanted to make it better, which was some fucked-up shit if I’d ever heard it.
My eyes watered when he thrust harder. Desire flared brighter in Whitt’s blue eyes. He liked this. I liked it, too, choking on his dick and making him feel good. My own erection was throbbing. My balls felt like they were going to explode. Not gonna lie, my jaw was starting to hurt, and it had been a whole lot more than five minutes.
I let my hand join the party, stroking him off while I blew him. When our eyes clashed and held again, Whitt’s movements becoming jerkier, I knew he was about to lose the war he had with himself, trying to make this last as long as possible.
“Say my name,” I told him, pulling off. “Say my name when you come.”
I couldn’t read the expression on his face as I took him back into my mouth, sucking him like he was my favorite fucking treat.
“No.” Whitt’s hand shot out, trying to grab the arm of the chair but hitting his whiskey on the table and knocking it to the floor. “Fuck…motherfucker…” he groaned, still fighting it, fucking my face and trying not to shoot.
I took him deep again, swallowing around the head just as his thighs tensed up, his balls drawing up, Whitt’s release like a fucking geyser spilling down my throat.
“Tucker,” whispered softly past his lips. I swallowed down every drop of him.
Then smiled. He’d said my name. I won.
“Stand up,” he ordered the second his balls were empty.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy my victory too long. I didn’t know Whitt’s story when it came to being with guys, but the last thing I wanted to do was rush him. Bust his balls? Yes. Have him do something he wasn’t ready for? Not at all. “No. I was giving you shit. You don’t have to suck me.”
“Fuck off, man. Don’t do that. Don’t go easy on me. That’s not how we work. Stand the fuck up, Malik.”
“Wow…you just first-named me.” I pushed to my feet. “And if you insist.” I wasn’t a saint, after all. I gave him a chance. He wanted to keep going.
I was wearing Rush sweats, which I went to shove down, but Whitt beat me to it, grabbing them and my underwear and pulling both to my knees.
He sat up on the edge of the chair too quickly, my dick almost poking him in the eye. “Watch what you’re doing with that thing.”
I chuckled. “You’re the one that was so excited to see it you almost rammed yourself with it. Big, isn’t it?” I stroked my erection.
“Fuck you.”
“Is that all you know how to say to me? And are we doing this or not?” When he paused again, I added, “I’ll jerk off for you,” because I really didn’t want to push him.
“Shut the fuck up and stop being worried I’ll be better than you.” He smacked my hand out of the way, grabbed my dick, and swallowed me down.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” That easily, my eyes rolled back. Goddamn this motherfucker and my reaction to him. All I could think about was the hot suction around me was Whitt’s mouth, that he was blowing me. He’d called me over, and now he was giving me head.
I opened my eyes, forced myself to look down because no way I wanted to miss Patrick Whitt sucking my dick. Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on tight as he learned how to pleasure me.