Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Dev swallowed, and the lovely, graceful bob of his throat caught Ewan’s attention again. Ewan wanted to kiss him there, to feel that movement under his lips and tongue.
“Can I go first?” Dev asked. “I mean… I want to suck you first.” There was tension written in the lines of his shoulders and the set of his jaw.
Ewan took his hand. Dev’s palm was warm and damp. “Are you sure?” Dev nodded. “Come here.” Ewan tugged on Dev’s hand until he stood, and Ewan pushed back the chair he was sitting in. He guided Dev to straddle his thighs, his hands firm on Dev’s slim hips.
Dev put his hands on Ewan’s shoulders. “I can’t suck your cock like this.”
“I know. I want to kiss you first.”
Some kissing might help to relieve Dev’s nervousness, but Ewan wanted the kiss for himself too. He brought a hand up to Dev’s face. “Can you take these off?” He tapped the thick black frame of Dev’s glasses with a fingertip.
“Oh yeah. Of course.” Dev took them off and put them on the desk. He blinked. He looked weirdly vulnerable without them on. “I feel naked now.”
Ewan chuckled. “Well, I have to tell you, you’re still overdressed. Come here.”
He slid his hands into Dev’s hair and guided him down into a slow, thorough kiss. The tension in Dev’s body disappeared at the first touch of their tongues and he melted into Ewan, one hand curling into Ewan’s hair as the other brushed over his chest, teasing a nipple through his T-shirt.
Someone has a good memory for details.
For a beginner, Dev was really great at kissing when he let himself go. He was a little messy, a little overenthusiastic perhaps, but that was part of what Ewan liked about it. Knowing he was Dev’s first, that this was all knew to him, was a massive turn-on. It made Ewan feel special, even if he was really just convenient.
When they parted, they were both breathing hard. Sweat prickled on Ewan’s back, so he took his T-shirt off. “Yours too?”
Dev obliged, revealing the long lean stretch of his torso as he pulled the shirt over his head. Ewan ran his hands over Dev’s stomach and chest, making him shiver.
“So, can I suck you now?” Dev asked.
Ewan’s cock throbbed.
Yes please.
But Dev’s eagerness made a wicked part of Ewan want to tease, even if it would be torture for him too.
He touched Dev’s wet lips with two fingers. “Suck these first. Show me what you want to do to me.”
Dev’s gaze widened in surprise, and Ewan thought he might refuse. But then he opened his mouth so Ewan’s fingertips slid inside, and Ewan’s brain short-circuited at the first swipe of Dev’s tongue.
He gasped.
That seemed to give Dev confidence, because he took hold of Ewan’s hand to guide it and then sucked his fingers in slowly and steadily. Past the first knuckle, past the second, and all the way until there was nothing more to take.
“Fuck,” Ewan muttered.
The inside of Dev’s mouth was hot and sleek, and as he drew back, he stroked the underside of Ewan’s fingers with his tongue. Dev repeated the movement a few times, and each time Ewan’s fingers got wetter and his jeans got tighter. Dev watched him intently as he sucked, and that only made it hotter. He took everything so seriously.
A lot of guys would have laughed, or been embarrassed about doing this, or told Ewan to stop messing around and get his cock out. But Dev did exactly what Ewan asked of him. His obedience and his eagerness to please satisfied a part of Ewan he hadn’t known existed before. Sure, he was usually pretty bossy in bed. He liked to be in charge and had never been afraid of saying what he wanted. But this was different. This was new for him too.
Dev finally released Ewan’s fingers with a wet sound. His cheeks were flushed, and when Ewan looked down at Dev’s lap, the sweatpants Dev was wearing today did nothing to conceal his erection. He was as into it as Ewan was.
“You want to try my cock now?” Ewan sensed Dev was waiting for permission. Dev nodded eagerly. “Go on, then.”
Dev dropped to his knees between Ewan’s parted legs. Ewan was wearing jeans and his dick was obvious, trapped against his hip. Dev pressed his lips to it through the thick fabric, following the line of the shaft up to the tip.
“You gonna make me beg for it?” Ewan asked hoarsely. “Or do you want me to make you take it?”
Dev moaned and tightened his fingers on Ewan’s thighs where he gripped them.
“Come on, then.” Ewan unfastened his jeans. He raised his hips so he could push them down along with his boxers. “Help me get these off.”
Dev pulled them down, freeing Ewan’s feet carefully so that he could spread his legs wide again. Dev, still wearing his sweatpants but nothing else, settled back on his knees in front of him. He looked up, cheeks flushed and lips parted.