Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Jerk off for me,” I said, leaning back just so I could watch.
Noah took himself in one hand.
“Hold up,” I said, leaning in and spitting on the head. “There. Go.”
His smirk turned lusty as he began to jerk himself off, using my spit as lube, spreading it up and down his shaft. He used his thumb to go over the head, lifting it to show off a clear string of precome. He went back to stroking, mixing his precome and my saliva, closing his eyes and opening his legs. His balls tightened, his free hand rubbing on his chest.
“Fuck, Noah, keep going. Just like that.”
I spit into my own hand and started to stroke, my core wound as tight as a spring about to snap. Watching Noah pleasure himself was one of the hottest damn things I’d ever laid eyes on. Seeing him thrust into his hand, his head falling back with his eyes shut and his lips shaped to form an O, it drove me wild. I jerked myself off harder, biting into my lower lip.
Part of me wanted to get up and sit on his lap, taking him inside me inch by inch. My hole clenched, my cock throbbed. I wanted him, so fucking bad. I needed him inside me, needing that beautiful cock stretching me open.
“God, I’m so fucking close, Noah.”
I kept stroking but pressed a wet finger up against my hole, imagining that as Noah, teasing me before plunging into me.
“Me too,” he said in a husky voice, his toes curling down into the floor. A red flush spread through his chest, catching like fire and spreading up his neck, coloring his cheeks. He opened his eyes, locked them on mine.
And he blew, a jet of come flying up and hitting him in the chin, his legs stretched out and his shoulders twitching, eyes wide and eyebrows dipped. He shot more of his seed, some of it dripping down his side, pooling at his belly button.
It was enough to send me over the edge. I rose up and gave myself one last stroke before I let it all go with a roar, Noah’s body covered in sticky wet come by the time I was done. Once the tidal wave receded, the two of us started to chuckle, the laughter a natural reaction to the flood of endorphins and oxytocin that currently made me feel as if I was floating on a cloud. I leaned down and kissed him, tasting some of me on his lips.
“Get me a towel,” he said, splayed out like a starfish. “Before I become crazy-glued to your couch.”
I stood up, laughing some more, cock still dripping. There wasn’t a single cell in my body that didn’t feel completely at ease and relaxed, the lazy grin staying on my face as I returned with a towel. Noah reached for it, but I shook my head, crouching down instead and wiping him clean delicately, making sure to get the river that ran down his hips, cleaning out the pool in his belly button and where his chest dipped inward. I kissed him after, the both of us hard again, the smiles going nowhere.
“Want to shower?” I asked.
“Maybe we should get a little more dirty first,” he said, playfully tugging on my hard cock.
How could I resist? How could I say no? There wasn’t a way in the world. Nothing would get me to leave this man’s presence for the night.
Nothing.
I grabbed him, lifting him in my arms and surprising him. He giggled, kissed on my neck as I brought us to my bedroom. There, I laid him down gently on the bed and caged him between my arms, locking him in another kiss. I had no idea what tonight meant or what it would bring, but I didn’t want to think too much about it. All I wanted to focus on was the feeling of our dicks rubbing together, both of us as hard as steel. If we had to make a promise in the morning, once the sun came up and the lusty-drunk haze lifted, about never doing this again so that we could keep our friendship intact, then so be it.
But that would come in the morning, and I planned on coming a lot more before then.
The night wrapped us up like a velvet blanket threaded with starlight. We played with each other for hours, interspersed with easy and jokey conversation as our bodies cooled down, only to wind right back up again moments later. And then one cock would be in a mouth and the other in a hand and legs in the air and moans filling the room.
Needless to say, it was a dreamy kind of night. One that I was sure I’d remember for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, the dreamy feeling was shattered sometime around five in the morning. We’d fallen asleep about an hour before, naked and wrapped up together on top of the covers, our bodies spent and our hearts full.