Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Liam got the message. He swept his tongue alongside mine, compelling me to keep up with him, thrust for thrust. His pace was slow at first…almost leisurely, like he assumed we had all damn day. A feverish sense of urgency built with every lick and gentle nip. In a matter of minutes, the temperature went through the roof. We were on fire.
I tugged his T-shirt from his jeans and splayed my hands over his lower back as I rocked my hips upward, clutching his ass to keep him still while I rode his erection wantonly. He broke the kiss, panting, and gave me a searching look.
“Do you want to—”
Bam! A door closed somewhere in the house.
I froze and swallowed hard, pushing at his chest. Liam rolled off me, but he yanked my elbow before I could escape.
“Liam, we can’t do this.”
He held my gaze for a long moment, then gripped his shaft through the denim. “This hurts.”
Unbelievably, I laughed. “So does mine, but—”
“Let’s help each other out. You want to blow me?”
“Yes. I mean…no! We can’t.” I scooted to the edge of the mattress and shook my head. “I’m not sure how we got here, but your roommate—”
“Has his own room. Relax, Drew. C’mere.” He scooted to sit beside me. “We don’t have to do anything. It’s enough knowing you’re interested.”
I pursed my lips, but I couldn’t fight the bubble of humor. I gestured toward my poor imprisoned cock. “I’m obviously interested, but—”
He cupped my chin and kissed me hard. We fell sideways onto the mattress, making out with tangled tongues and roving hands as we humped and grinded in a manic quest for friction. I couldn’t resist him. He felt too fucking amazing. Long, thick, and hard as a rock. This was good, but we both knew we could do better.
Liam unbuckled his belt and reached for mine. “I’m about to shoot. Coming in my jeans might be worse than being a two-pump chump. I need help.”
I hummed against his lips. “What can I do to help?”
He lay flat, arching his back as he tugged his jeans and boxer briefs over his ass. His cock bounced onto his lower abs and dammit, I think I drooled. Not kidding.
Liam was fucking gorgeous. And with his shirt hiked up, his jeans around his ankles, and his six-pack proudly on display, he almost didn’t seem real. I traced circles around his pebbled nipples, then along the toned contours of his chest, following his happy trail to the rigid pole standing at attention. He held himself at the base and made sure I was watching when he smeared precum over his slit and glided his hand up and down…up and down.
I actually whimpered. I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t been with a man in a while. And Liam wasn’t just any man. He was…special. Don’t ask me how I knew that, but I did.
“Touch me,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate. I curled my fingers around his and took over. We kissed as I jerked him in long, languid strokes. He sucked on my tongue, groaning his approval when I upped the tempo. That needy sound went straight to my dick. I released him abruptly and undid my jeans, freeing myself with a relieved sigh.
Suddenly, Liam was all over me. He rolled on top of me, jutting his hips as he wrapped his fingers around both of us. The awkward angle made it difficult to apply the right amount of pressure. We gave up after a minute and just humped like crazy, grabbing each other’s ass cheeks for purchase while we sucked, licked, and nipped at any available skin. The unexpected carnal heat and the rush of going from zero to a hundred in seconds pulled us under. I gasped when the telltale tingle of orgasm tickled my spine.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I warned.
Liam beat me to it. He rose on one arm and jacked himself a few times…then fell apart. I was right there with him. Cum shot across my chest and over my fingers. His and mine. We panted, shaking like palm trees at the tail end of a hurricane.
I closed my eyes briefly, letting all the good juju seep through my bones. I suspected the feeling might disappear when reality hit, and I didn’t want to let go till I had to.
“Hey, you.” Liam brushed his nose against mine.
I smiled. “Hey.”
“Phew. I was afraid you were going to panic.”
“I’m not panicking.” Yet.
He kissed me soundly, then looked between us to survey the mess. “I’ll get a towel.”
I propped myself on my elbows and glanced around his room. I rolled sideways, pulling a few tissues from the box on his nightstand to clean up just as Liam returned with a washcloth. He snagged the wad of Kleenex from me and tossed it into the wastebasket under his desk before gently wiping the sweat and cum from my stomach.