Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“If I answer that, it’ll only make you more conceited than you already are,” he replied between my thrusts.
“Here,” I said, guiding him as I stepped on the chair and got onto the tabletop on my knees.
He scooted back, accidentally hitting his plate and sending it crashing to the floor. “Shit.”
“Fuck it all.” I shoved my dishes off the side of the table to give us space. “Always time to clean up later.”
He didn’t fight me on it, not as I kept pushing inside him, his body shifting about wildly before me.
“Let me on my knees,” he told me.
“You don’t like this?”
“If you’re gonna give me a run for my money in the top department, then I get to show you my bottoming skills too.”
I was excited as I forced myself out of him and he got on his knees so I could push into him from behind. My hands navigated around him, feeling his taut stomach as we kissed over his shoulder. I licked at the vanilla flavor still lingering on his tongue, keeping my hand against his neck as I held him back in this position while he worked that ass in a way that made me feel like I’d been the worst bottom in the world for him.
“Fuck…” I moaned into his ear as that ass took me higher and higher.
I bit at his neck, then licked before caressing my face against his flesh.
As we both seemed determined to impress the other, we found ourselves shifting into one position after another, as though we were filming a Kama Sutra documentary.
Even as I had him pinned with his front against one of the porch support beams, his feet on the ground for a change, his forearms against the wood, he was working that ass, working my dick like his entire existence in that moment was for nothing more than to worship my cock.
We’d kissed so much, my lips were starting to hurt.
And yeah, it was humid as hell in Georgia, but that should have given me an advantage rather than turn me into a fucking fountain of sweat.
“I bet I can make you come first,” I told him as I grabbed his shaft.
He winced. “Oh, really? Make it happen.”
As soon as I started stroking, I didn’t know what kind of bottom magic he was working on my dick… “Where the fuck has this move been?”
“Saving it just for this,” he told me, glancing over his shoulder like he wanted to see how close I was.
I sped up my strokes on his dick. “You’re just as close.”
“But I’m not gonna be the loser who comes first.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said, pushing up against him, kissing and licking behind his ear.
Another moan mixed with mine as he did some sort of ass-fuckery that sent my cum roaring through me at a rate that made me worry it would breach the condom inside him.
Both our guttural sounds came out at once as I felt him shoot.
As he continued coming, I pulled out to make sure the condom hadn’t broken, and fortunately, there it was, all my cum at the end.
But damn, I hadn’t just thought that climax could tear through latex, but Cohen himself.
Cohen whirled around, his smile broad as ever. “Nice of you to let your date win that one, loser.”
Between the smile and the wink, I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted to lose a game so much in my goddamn life.
“Too bad for you we never negotiated an award,” I remarked before kissing him.
“I think that means I get to be big spoon while we watch a movie.”
“Big spoon? But I’m always big spoon…”
“Tonight you’re just a loser with a good dick and a pretty face.”
“Then I guess I’ll accept my punishment, but I get to decide what we watch.”
“Hmm…on second thought, maybe I’ll be little spoon.”
We shared a laugh before our lips slammed together again.
“Rematch,” I demanded playfully.
“Maybe if you’re a good little spoon, I’ll consider it.”
And each kiss after promised that there would definitely be a second date…and that this was totally going to blow up in our faces at some point.
But for now, I just needed to lick his cum off the side of my hand and his cock’s head.
A second round of dessert, really.
It was late when I got back home. I figured it was late enough that I’d be able to slip into my room without being noticed, but I was halfway down the hall before I heard a voice behind me call out, “Brody!”
I stopped.
I was really hoping I could let those amazing things I’d shared with Cohen linger through my dreams, rather than being interrupted, but it seemed Dwain wasn’t going to let that happen.
By the time I’d turned around, he was right behind me.
“I think I have a good idea where you were tonight.”