Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Jake tried to suck me, and he didn’t go deep, but God, I was in his mouth, and he was moving up and down, his hand sliding in unison. “Like that? Is that good?”
“I think it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I replied, and couldn’t find it in myself to be embarrassed.
Jake chuckled and went down on me again, licking and sucking and jacking me. He took his time, exploring and tasting and checking in with me every couple of minutes.
I thrust once, and he gagged. “Oh God. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s okay. Fuck, I like driving you crazy like this, making you lose control.” His mouth returned to me.
I swear I saw stars, and my body felt like nothing but pleasure. Like I existed only for this moment. It was good, so good, but somehow not enough. I wanted more, wanted… “Will you, um, use your finger on me? Just rub it if you want…” My face was burning, but I didn’t want to take the words back. This was what I craved, and there was nothing wrong with that. “Will you play with my hole? You don’t have to, but…I like that. I, um, do it to myself sometimes.”
“Holy fuck.” Jake’s eyes rolled back. “Yeah, shit. Of course. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed to ask me to do anything. I want to make you feel good.”
I was surprised when Jake moved away. He opened the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.
“New purchase.” He winked.
My eyes were riveted on him as he wet a finger on his right hand. I spread my legs, and he went back to sucking me as his finger sneaked behind my balls; then it was there, his rough finger gentle at my rim. “Please,” I begged again. “Please, Jake.”
I cried out when he pushed his finger inside me. He slid it in and out as he licked my shaft, then sucked me into his mouth again. Pleasure shot through me, like I was nothing but a magnet for sensation and Jake was giving it all to me.
A second later he rubbed my prostate, and electricity jolted through me. “Shit, you hit my prostate. Do that again.”
Jake nodded and rubbed my spot.
I arched off the bed. Colors danced behind my eyelids. He sucked me again, stronger, hungrier than before. I felt like I was convulsing. I couldn’t stop trembling as I shattered. My back bowed again just as Jake pulled off, making me shoot all over my stomach, spurt after spurt, while he continued to play with my prostate.
When he’d milked me dry, he shoved up onto his knees and jacked his cock.
“I want it, Jake.”
Fire sparked in his eyes as he leaned over me and pushed into my mouth, thrusting gently between my lips, his hands in my hair, saying my name over and over and over again. “Seth, Seth, Seth. Fuck, you make me crazy. The way you make me feel…”
I wanted to make him feel better than anyone ever had. I took him deep, pulled off, then sucked him to the back of my throat again.
“I’m gonna come…fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna lose it.” When I didn’t pull off, he shot into my mouth, and I swallowed it down.
I fell back onto the bed, with a smile on my face, loving that I made him do that.
“You’re shaking,” Jake said as he lay beside me and pulled me close.
We were quiet for a moment, Jake holding me as I came down. Finally, I asked, “Did you like that?”
“Blowing you? Yeah. I did. I wish I was better at it. I’ll have to practice some more, and next time I’ll try and swallow.”
“I don’t care if you don’t. I just like your mouth on me.”
He chuckled and kissed my sweaty forehead.
“What about the other? Did you like that?”
“Fingering you? Hell yeah, I did. We’ll need to do that more too.”
I smiled into his chest, those three words dangerously close to falling from my lips.
28
Jake
I laughed at some stupid prank Tucker pulled on Brett with the tire pressure gauge on the car he was servicing.
“Paybacks are a bitch,” Brett said, pointing his lug wrench at Tucker, then turning to me. “And you—normally you’re grouchy about his antics.”
I shrugged. “What can I say? I enjoy making fun of you.”
“Nah, shit feels different now.” He waved his hand. “You know what I mean.”
And there it was. It had taken him almost all day to comment on my coming out at the barbecue on Sunday. All morning I’d caught him staring at me as if trying to figure me out. One time, Tad had smacked him upside the head and told him to cut it out, but I’d pretended not to notice.
I clenched my jaw. “Shit suddenly feels different because of who I’m choosing to spend my time with?”