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)
“Keep going,” he said, turning his head so he looked back at me, a smolder in his bright blue eyes. “Fuck me, Noah.”
I pushed in deeper, burying myself down to the hilt. We both moaned in ecstasy, the sounds of our sex creating the most mesmerizing song, one I wanted inked onto my soul. His groans, my moans, the slap of our skin, the wet thrusts and throaty oh yeses.
I never wanted it to end. Ever.
“That’s it, Noah, oh shit, right there. Right there.”
I found my rhythm, sliding in deep before rolling my hips back, nearly pulling out before bucking back into him, earning a breathless gasp each time. Over and over again. Slow at first, opening him and getting him used to my size, then faster, faster, faster. My fingers dug into his muscular shoulders as I looked for something to stabilize me, to keep me from floating off into the stratosphere.
“Slow down, slow down,” Jake said, reaching back and putting a hand on my thigh.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, the opposite. You’re about to make me come, and I don’t want to yet. I want to sit on you first.”
I pulled out of him, my rock-hard cock twitching in the air, the condom glistening from the lube. I added some more as Jake rolled off the bed, his cock sticking out like a steel beam. I gave him a couple of tight strokes and locked his lips with mine. Jake wasn’t the only one getting close to an orgasm. Just having the tip of his cock rub against mine nearly brought me there.
“Sit,” he commanded, the gravel in his voice making my balls tighten even more.
He got onto the bed, straddling me, hard cock aimed up toward the ceiling. I ran my hand over the soft crown of hair, up the trail that led to his belly button. I traced the lines of muscles on his stomach as he lowered himself onto me, his tight, hot heat wrapping around me, sending me right back to nirvana.
“Ooooh, fuck,” I let out as he sat all the way down, impaling himself with my length. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
He rose up slowly before grinding back down, moving his ass in a way that made me close my eyes and shout for more. Jake repeated the move, over and over, taking the initiative with his power-bottom self and riding me like a professional cowboy, determined to stay on the bucking bull.
I started to thrust, meeting him in the middle, our skin slapping hard. Jake’s cock bounced with the movement and leaked precome, a clear string of it dripping down onto my belly.
I gripped his hips, held him down on me, felt him clench. It was like throwing a gallon of fuel into an already lit bonfire. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull as my orgasm came crashing through me. I couldn’t even get the words out, a jumbled version of “I’m coming” falling from my lips as I filled the condom, pumping into him. He gripped the base of his cock and let out a hiss of a breath, shooting ropes of come onto my chest, hitting my chin, my lips, drenching me.
Making me the happiest fucking man on earth. I licked some of it off my lips as he leaned down, smiling, cheeks flushed the same firehouse red as his chest was, showing even through his tan skin. His cock hung heavy and dripped onto me as he leaned down for a kiss, my length still plugging him.
“That was intense,” he said against my lips. “And insanely good. Where’d you learn to move your hips like that?”
“Same master’s course you took, apparently.”
“I’ve got a PhD in grinding, actually.”
“Yeah, you’ve got a PhD in something else, too,” I said, reaching for Jake’s still-firm cock, wrapping my fingers around the silky-soft shaft.
He kissed me again before getting up, slowly pulling me out. He got me a warm, wet towel to wipe up with before we both went over to the shower, where I nearly got high off inhaling the incredible eucalyptus-scented soaps and shampoo that we used to get clean. We continued to play around underneath the rainfall showerhead, holding each other in between sudsing up, giggling and kissing and touching. It felt right. It was a moment that was tender and heartfelt, something I didn’t really think I’d experience after my terrible breakup with Franky and my subsequently empty app hookups. Those were fun, but they weren’t impactful. Not in the way our sex had just been.
It felt like a comet had locked in directly—and only—on us, crashing through the ceiling and obliterating any walls or barriers I might have had between Jake and me. Sure, we were friends and coworkers, but tonight proved that we were also so much more.