Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Nate loops his hands around my waist, his fingers curling tight. “Mmm. Glad you invited yourself over.”
That truth in his words, the utter awareness of my motives, unlocks some honesty in me. “Me too. I really wanted an excuse to leave with you. I took a chance that getting you dirtier might work.”
Nate points to the hinge of his jaw. “And I think there’s more pie right here.”
“Let me take care of that,” I say then help myself to another kiss.
A guttural moan falls from his lips. Then one more as my mouth travels across his cheek on a hunt for pie that’s not there. I kiss his cheekbone, the edge of his jaw, his neck. Then, my lips linger near his earlobe.
“Did you get any here?” I ask as I lift my hand and hover it over the shell of his ear.
“Probably,” he mutters and stretches his neck beautifully, inviting me to explore the landscape of his skin.
I oblige, trailing my lips over his cheek, his chin. As I go, I cup his face, stroking his jaw with my thumb.
When I break the kiss, Nate looks down at me. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says, his voice stripped bare. There’s something so raw, so real about the way he talks to me. I’m so tempted to open up too.
But in a heartbeat, Nate shifts in my arms.
And the moment for talking vanishes.
He’s a lion, his mouth a hunter. He claims me, fusing those lush lips to mine in a hot kiss.
One quick yank and the pro-athlete has me at his mercy, my pelvis against his. Those big hands curl around my hips as his mouth makes me his prisoner.
This is all new too—a man kissing me with this kind of passion.
Nate is a relentless kisser, all teeth and urgency. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, kissing deeply, like he needs this kiss for sustenance. Like he’s been starving.
His thumbs dig into my hipbones, his tongue tangles with mine, and his kiss is utterly demanding. This feels so good and so much better than all my dirty dreams. But my dirty dreams go well beyond kissing. I break away, breathless and panting.
And so damn ready.
I announce my intentions as I drop to my knees, and I tug at the waistband of his shorts.
“Fuck,” he mutters, sounding helpless and horny.
I’ve got a long list of things I want to do with a man, for a man, and to a man. Top among them is this, so it’s a wicked thrill to ask at last, “Can I suck your dick?”
“God, yes,” Nate mutters.
But it’s a bigger thrill to hear his desperate answer.
He helps me along, quickly unties his shorts. Seconds later, he pushes down his boxer briefs, his thick cock springing free.
He steps out of his clothes. He’s naked and incredible. And he wants me to please him.
I’m both terrified and excited.
Do what you like. Do what feels good. You’ve got this.
I hope my eagerness makes up for any lack of finesse. Wrapping a fist around the base of his cock, I dip my head, kiss the tip. We both moan at the same damn time.
That’s so arousing that my dick throbs.
I let my own desire be my guide as I draw the head of his cock past my lips, flicking my tongue over the crown and moaning as I lap up the first salty drops.
“Ah, that’s so good,” Nate mutters, and he sounds lost already.
His encouragement is everything I could ever want.
5
OF MOUTHS AND MANNERS
Nate
Nudity is my favorite outfit. But I’m a little worried I’ll like Hunter’s nudity too much.
So I’m really glad he’s still dressed. If he stripped, I’d probably fire early.
Yeah, that’d be a cool re-entry to the man pool—busting a nut over his sexy ass undressing.
But a blow job?
No dude cares if you come quickly in his mouth. In fact, it’s a compliment. With the fervent way Hunter’s devouring my dick, I’m going to shoot down his throat any minute.
He sucks me with a focused determination, a wild sort of enthusiasm that surprises me. I’m not used to this kind of unbridled excitement. Haven’t experienced it in ages.
But I am here for it. For his hands sliding up and down my thighs. For his lips hoovering my dick.
Most of all for his groans as he swallows me whole.
He’s faster than I remember other guys being. He doesn’t try to wow me with long, lingering licks or seductive kisses.
He’s all fever and heat. Like those first blow jobs that thrilled you.
And fuck, he’s thrilling me now with the intensity of his attention.
“So fucking good,” I mutter as I wrap my hands around his head, and I rock into his mouth.
He coughs once, and I stop instantly. “You okay?” I ask.
Dragging a hand across his mouth, he smiles and nods. “Yes, gimme more.”