Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Cass chose that moment to slide his finger deep into my body. He grazed my prostate.
“Fine, fine, you win. Now untie me, you asshole, and fuck me!” I hissed.
Having my wrists tied to the door’s armrest hadn’t been part of the original plan, but when it came to Cass, nothing about making love with him was planned. When we’d finally had intercourse for the first time, it had been at my own house and on the kitchen table, no less. Sully had been working late but that hadn’t meant he couldn’t have walked in at any moment. The idea of getting caught doing it on the table my brother, Cass, and I ate on every day had made me come with just a few hard thrusts of Cass’s condom-covered dick.
Instead of coming himself, Cass had kept me lying on the table, spread-eagled, so he could toy with me until I was hard again. Then he’d sat down on one of the chairs, the one I usually sat in, and practically dragged me onto his lap. He’d made it so my back was pressed to his front. The position had given me some control over the pace, but truth be told, I hadn’t wanted control. Cass had made slow, passionate love to me, all while whispering how much he loved me in my ear along with other endearments and praise. He had stroked my dick as he’d thrust into me and by the time he’d bucked up into me, filling the condom, I’d been spewing my load all over the place.
Cass and I had spent several frantic minutes cleaning up all the remnants of cum we could find, and we’d been in the process of putting our clothes on as Sully’s truck had pulled into the driveway. My ass had been on fire as we’d sat at the table. The mere thought of what Cass had done to me on the table and the chair had gotten me squirming to the point that Sully had asked me what was wrong as he’d reached for his second slice of pizza. I’d sputtered some lame excuse about my ass itching, which had made Cass laugh so hard that he’d nearly choked on his pizza.
My brother had looked at both of us like we were insane. The worst part had come when Sully had gotten up to take his dishes to the sink. As tall as my brother was, he’d nearly hit his head on the chandelier above the kitchen. That was when Cass and I had noticed a couple drops of semen dangling precariously from the light fixture. Cass had smiled in amusement while I’d been horrified. I’d had to knock over my glass of water to distract Sully. When he had gone in search of a kitchen towel just beneath the sink, I’d stood up and swiped at the drops with my napkin.
Now, as Cass reached for the soft rope he’d used to tie me up with, I took full advantage of his attempt to get the circulation flowing in my wrists. I distracted him with my mouth and just like that, I looped the rope around his wrists so he was tied to the armrest. I kept the bonds loose enough that Cass could easily slide out of them, but he didn’t. “Hmmm, you have me where you want me, but whatever will you do with me?” he asked.
“Shut up,” I snapped. I grabbed his ass and dragged him forward so he was tucked against my body. I maneuvered his dick to my opening. “Fuck me,” I ordered, though I kept my voice soft. As hot as what Cass had been doing to me was, I still wanted the fucking to really be making love.
His mouth dropped down to cover mine and then he lifted his head so we could look each other in the eye. I still had one hand on his dick. I left it there until the head of his cock pushed into me. All the laughter was gone as Cass began to rock in and out of me, going deeper each time. I had my hands on his ass and my hips lifted enough that I could control the pace. The intensity and uninhibited love in his eyes had me easing back on the pressure on his ass.
“Another first for us,” I whispered.
Cass was the one who was struggling to breathe now. I had yet to fuck him, so I didn’t know exactly what he was feeling, but I knew what his hot, bare dick felt like as it glided in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. I could feel his ass muscles flexing beneath my palms as he rolled his hips over mine.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last,” I admitted.
“Me neither,” he said as he increased the pace of his thrusts. “We’ve got forever to get the timing just right.” Cass smiled.