Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Cal wrapped his fingers around my nape, pulling me closer still. I stumbled into him and acted on instinct, grinding shamelessly. Oh, wow. Between my thin board shorts and his skin-tight wetsuit, there was no hiding how hard we both were. My cock ached. I couldn’t resist dragging my pole alongside his one more time. He groaned aloud, which I took as a good sign, but I paused for a beat to give him a chance to push me away.
He didn’t.
He growled as if in frustration, then gripped my ass, holding me still while he bucked insistently. And he didn’t stop kissing me. Molten-hot kisses that mirrored the feverish sway of our hips. We were racing toward dangerous territory. As desperate as I was for friction, I didn’t want him to regret this. Or regret me.
I broke for air and stepped aside.
Cal blinked, sweeping his tongue across his bottom lip in an unintentionally sexy maneuver that made me want to tackle him to the sofa and wiggle that wetsuit off his ass.
“Wow, that was…”
When he didn’t continue, I prodded. “Weird or good?”
“Very good. You’re the first guy I’ve ever…you know.”
“Kissed?”
“That was more than a kiss,” he huffed, gesturing at his prominent bulge. “I liked it.”
“Me too.” I wracked my brain for a seamless transition back to reality, but then he gripped himself through his wetsuit, proudly showing off the outline of his impressive erection. I swallowed around the desert in my mouth. “Holy fuck. What are you doing?”
Cal gripped his sack with one hand and rubbed the palm of his other hand against his length. “I have no idea what I’m doing, but I want to do more. Show me.”
Whoa.
Was this real? I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.
“Show you?” I choked. “What do you…what do you mean?”
“What comes next? We’re both hard. We want the same thing, don’t we?”
“Good question. What do you want?”
Cal gave a pained half laugh and squeezed his dick. “I need some resolution here, Luca. Can you help me out?”
I raised my brows, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I could do that. But I’d have to touch you.”
“Do it.”
Cal tucked his thumbs under the fabric at his hips and peeled it over his ass, releasing his cock. It bobbed in the air between us.
Okay, then.
My nostrils flared as I stepped closer, my hand hovering over his shaft. He met my gaze and held it…as if he were daring me, wondering if I’d follow through.
Challenge accepted. I closed my fingers and stroked him from base to tip. His sexy, low moan spurred me on. I recaptured his mouth, sucking his tongue while I jacked him. His hips moved to meet my grip. I tightened my hold and rested my free hand on his ass, squeezing his cheek. He grunted in response and tugged at my hair.
“You like that, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. I could come from this. I’m already close,” he whispered.
I didn’t think twice. I dropped to my knees, yanked his wetsuit farther down his long legs, and took him in my mouth.
Here’s the thing about blowjobs…I loved giving and receiving. I’d honed my craft over the years, and I liked to think I was pretty good at them. I knew better than to go in hot. Making a guy come right away wasn’t the goal. I knew every trick to draw out pleasure. Squeeze his dick, move on to his balls, tease his slit. No kidding. I could write a “how to” advice column.
All that knowledge didn’t do me any good right now. I was too strung out and too eager to strategize my game. I didn’t want to think; I just wanted to do.
So, I twirled my tongue around his wide mushroom head a few times, swallowed him whole…and immediately gagged. In my defense, Cal was a big man. His cock was thick and long. I backed off and tried again, alternately tracing the angry vein along his shaft with the tip of my tongue before sucking him to the root. I played with his balls while I worked him over, fondling them as I bobbed my head and gave myself over to sensation.
I didn’t mind being on my knees. I didn’t mind having my hair pulled or my mouth used. In fact, I loved it. But I loved it more when my cock was in on the action. I untied my drawstring and pushed the thin fabric over my ass, sighing as I stroked myself. I was maybe two pulls in when I felt his balls tighten.
I released him with a pop and sat on my heels.
“Do you want to come?” I asked in a smoky voice, giving Cal a lopsided smile when he licked his lips and nodded. I tapped his cock to my bottom lip and stared up at him. “Do it. I’m ready for you.”