Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
My semi was now a full-on boner—the painful kind that had a heartbeat of its own. I did my best to keep the evidence that I was enjoying this more than the average straight guy should have away from him. I braced my arms on either side of his head as if I were holding a plank. I was a strong dude, but my wrists ached after a few minutes, and my cock was beginning to be a real problem. My boxer briefs didn’t leave much to the imagination. He had to notice I was packin’ a python with a mind of its own behind the thin cotton barrier.
As if on cue, Holden opened his thighs and arched upward, dragging his hard-on over mine. I gasped, shivering at the contact before losing the last thread of my control. I plunged my tongue deep and ground my cock against his. I could tell he was thick and long. And holy shit, the carnal slide of his pole was better than anything I’d ever felt in my life.
I couldn’t stop moving now. I humped and rutted like a teenager in heat, covering and devouring him in a desperate attempt to taste and feel every part of him at once.
Fuck, I wanted to see him and touch him too. I wondered if he’d let me. I sucked his lower lip as I slipped my hand between us and cupped his package.
Hmm, he was thick. And he liked this. I was doing this right. I mean, okay…it wasn’t rocket science. Just a matter of paying attention. His arched back and the octopus hold of his legs around my waist were good signs. And that low, hungry groan was good too.
I pressed my palm against his khaki-covered shaft and ravaged his mouth in hungry strokes. His needy hum of approval gave me a burst of courage to fumble with his buckle and—
He immediately caught my hand. “Stop.”
I stopped. But I didn’t move. I hovered close, pressing bold kisses along his jawline to his ear.
“Holden, tell me what to do,” I whispered. “I’ll stay, I’ll go…whatever you want.”
He opened and closed his mouth. Sweat beaded on his brow. “I…I don’t know.”
“Can I touch you? Please.”
Holden whimpered as he lifted his hips. “Mmm. We can’t. We shouldn’t.”
I traced the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue, stroking him through the fabric. “We can. And you feel so fucking amazing. I just…”
I didn’t have to finish that sentence. Holden hooked his fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs, freeing my rigid cock.
He stroked me once. Twice. “Feels so…good.”
Good? Holy fucking shit.
It was…mind-blowing. I almost lost consciousness. No kidding. My dick throbbed, and I was pretty sure my brain short-circuited. But I recovered quickly and surrendered to instinct, pulling him close and rocking my hips.
Holden arched and swayed under me, roaming his hands all over me—down my spine, along my sides, and finally splayed on my ass. Every touch fired me up and consumed me from the inside out. I bucked and writhed, moving a little faster…then faster still.
And there it was…that familiar internal signal of impending orgasm. I should have warned him, but I couldn’t break the kiss. I wanted to hang on for as long as I—
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” he commanded.
I buried my face in his shoulder and shot my load all over his khakis.
It took a minute for the fog to clear. I wasn’t in a hurry ’cause I was well aware this was a sticky situation…pun intended.
Eventually, I rolled off him and propped myself on my elbow.
“Can I help you do something about that?” I asked, gesturing at the steel rod behind his zipper.
Holden shook his head, his eyes wide and unsure. “No, no. I’m fine.”
“You sure? ’Cause that looks painful.”
And this was quickly going renegade awkward.
I scooted off the bed to rescue my discarded polo and used it to wipe the mess of cum from his crotch.
He captured my wrist and sat up, adjusting his glasses as he met my gaze. “I can do it. Um…are you okay?”
“Yeah. Are you?”
“I think so,” he replied, leaning sideways and handing me the box of tissues from his nightstand.
I cleaned myself up and snapped my boxer briefs into place, hating the growing sense of unease that crept between us. This was where I usually did or said something goofy, but that wouldn’t work now. I hiked my legs off the mattress and sat beside him, hoping inspiration would strike fast.
“That was good,” I tried at the same time he said, “I’m sorry.”
I furrowed my brow. “No way. Do not apologize. That was fucking amazing and you know it…I mean, except for the part where you didn’t come. But I’m more than willing to—”
“Ezra…it was very good. All of it.” Holden studied me as he wiped his glasses on his T-shirt. “But I have an indelicate observation.”