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 was constantly aware of the warmth of Ewan beside him, the occasional brush of their elbows, or the touch of their knees under the desk. He liked the deep rumble of Ewan’s voice and the sprinkle of reddish-brown hair on his wrist where he’d pushed his sleeve up.
The time flew past. Ewan was a fast learner and they worked through the whole chapter before stopping.
When Dev checked his clock and was surprised to see it was nine o’clock. “Do you want to start the next section?” he asked.
“No.” Ewan pushed his chair back and yawned as he stretched. His hoodie rode up, taking his T-shirt with it. Dev’s gaze latched onto the pale sliver of skin exposed and followed the line of hair that led down into Ewan’s jeans. It was brighter than the hair on his arms, red like the hair on Ewan’s head.
“Are you ready to get on with your lesson next?” Ewan’s lazy drawl had a sexy edge to it.
Dev snapped his gaze back to Ewan’s face and swallowed. “I think so.” His voice came out a little squeaky.
Ewan grinned and raised his eyebrows.
Dev cleared his throat and tried to sound more sure. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
Thrown back into nervous discomfort, Dev froze in his seat, unsure what Ewan expected of him.
Ewan pushed back his chair and stood, then offered his hand to Dev, who took it uncertainly.
Ewan pulled him up. “Don’t look so scared. It’ll be fun, I promise. Come on.”
He led Dev to the bed, and they sat side-by-side. Ewan angled his body towards Dev and put his hand on Dev’s shoulder, guiding him closer. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yeah,” Dev managed, and with that all the air was sucked out of the room. Dev couldn’t breathe. His heart hammered, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He leaned in, putting a hand on Ewan’s thigh to steady himself.
Ewan’s lips were soft and dry, and the light stubble on his chin felt good where it brushed Dev’s own. Ewan tasted sweet, like the Coke they’d been drinking, and when the kiss deepened, the inside of his mouth was hot and wet.
Dev had always thought kissing with tongues sounded kind of icky. But actually doing it was amazing, as though there was a direct line from his tongue to his groin. The slick movement of their mouths sent blood pumping southwards, filling his cock until it was hard and aching to be touched.
Desire made him forget his nerves. Needing to feel more of Ewan, he put a hand in Ewan’s thick, wavy hair. Letting it slide through his fingers as he caressed Ewan’s scalp with his fingertips. Ewan gave a low moan, and he tightened his fingers on Dev’s jaw, angling his mouth to get deeper.
The sound Ewan made tore away the last of Dev’s reservations, and Dev moaned too, a desperate noise that burst out of him without permission. He sounded like someone in a porn clip, but he didn’t even care. Twisting around to try to get their bodies closer, Dev made Ewan lose his balance, and they fell back on the bed in a messy tangle.
Ewan broke the kiss, smiling. “Let’s get a little more comfortable.”
Dev let him move, wondering what Ewan had in mind. Ewan shuffled back to sit at the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows. “Come here.”
Dev crawled towards him, uncertain.
Ewan guided him to sit astride his thighs. “Like this. Is that okay?”
Dev nodded, feeling shy again. His erection was obvious in his jeans, and as Ewan’s gaze skimmed over it, another jolt of lust shot through him. He wondered if Ewan was hard—he hoped he was. Ewan certainly looked aroused, his cheeks flushed and his pupils huge as he dragged his gaze up to Dev’s face again.
Ewan brought his hand up and touched Dev’s lips lightly with the pad of his thumb. “You look hot with your lips all wet from my mouth. It makes me imagine how they’d look around my dick.”
Dev let out a shuddery breath as he imagined that too. Not how they’d look, but how it would feel. How warm Ewan’s skin would be under his tongue, how he’d taste. “I want that,” he muttered.
“Me too. But not today. Today you’re going to use your hand.”
They stared at each other, the tension thick. Dev could feel every beat of his heart. “Now?”
“No time like the present.” Ewan suddenly grinned, lightening the mood. He lifted his hips, his hardness bumping against Dev’s arse. “Have at me.”
Dev lifted up and moved back obediently. He adjusted himself first, tucking his dick into a more comfortable position. Then he unfastened Ewan’s jeans, clumsy in his haste. Ewan helped him push them down just a little, so they were out of the way. Ewan’s cock was a rigid bar, pushing against the stretchy material of his boxers. Dev hesitated before reaching out to run his fingers along the shaft. It flexed under his hand, and Ewan let out a huff of breath. Slowly, reverently almost, Dev lifted the waistband away and freed Ewan’s erection. It reared up against his stomach, hard and perfect in its nest of neatly trimmed dark red pubes.