Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
If his low groan and the flush of pink across his chest were any indication, he loved it. He arched into my touch, wordlessly asking for more. So I tightened my hold and upped the tempo.
Yeah, he liked that too. Jake lifted his hips, exposing his pucker to me, and oh fuck, that might have been the honest-to-God sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
For the record, I’d had a lot of sex with many beautiful women, and I’d started early. Nothing much surprised me. Anonymous hookups in dark alleys, blowjobs in limos, orgies in posh living rooms with multiple female partners…affirmative. I’d been with plenty of women who’d liked anal sex, and I’d been happy and horny enough to give it a try. What’s not to like?
But again…this was Jake. And even though he said he wanted everything, I felt like I needed a written invitation to touch him there.
“I’m gonna put my finger on you…right here,” I warned, setting a single digit on his entrance. “Just like that. Does that feel okay?”
Jake inhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck.”
I pressed his opening, oh so gently, applying pressure as I jacked him. My poor cock was bobbing hopefully between his thighs, but it would have to wait. This was all about Jake.
“You like this?”
“Yeah,” he choked out.
“Have you ever fingered your hole?”
He frowned as he licked his lips. “I’m not answering that.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I pushed my lube-slicked middle finger inside him.
“I—what are you—I don’t…” Jake squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. “You’re not fucking me, asshole.”
“No, I’m fingering your sweet hole, dickhead.” I pushed my digit a little farther and added a second one. He grunted and opened his legs wider. “You like this. Don’t deny it. I know it’s good. Has anyone ever massaged your prostate?”
“I—don’t talk, Trinsky. Just keep doing that.”
So I did. I stroked Jake as I slid my fingers in and out of him. And maybe it bugged him, but I had to know if I was doing this right, so I asked a few dozen questions.
“Is this good? Can you take another finger? Does it make you wonder what my cock would feel like?”
He didn’t reply—not with words, anyway. It didn’t matter. The nonstop moaning echoed off the walls as he arched into my fist and rode my fingers like a champ. He was into this, and though he’d deny it all day long, Jake loved my raunchy play-by-play. Your hole wants my fingers. It wants my dick. You can take this, Jakey. That’s it. Ride it.
Jake swatted my hand off his dick and stroked himself to the finish line, digging his heels into the mattress as I pistoned my fingers in and out of his entrance.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warned, painting his abdomen with jizz as his hole closed around my digits like a vise.
I pulled out, swiped my right palm through the mess he’d made, and used it as lube before finally yanking my cock with purpose.
Five strong tugs later, my orgasm ripped through me and let me assure you, this was no ordinary orgasm. It was an avalanche of pleasure that shook me to my core. I spilled my seed onto Jake’s chest, trembling with the effort to stay upright. And not to be dramatic, but I couldn’t see for shit until the white lights cleared from my periphery and my rapid breathing slowed to something close to normal.
I slumped onto the mattress in a daze like a fucked-out starfish, staring up at the mirrors on the ceiling.
“Oh, my God. I didn’t look up once.” I smacked my forehead.
“I did. It was hot.” He sat up, bracing his weight on his elbows. “Got a towel?”
“No, I can’t get up. You’re going to have to get crusty and scrape that mess off later.”
Jake punched my biceps lightly. “Very funny. Towel me, Trinsky.”
I stumbled into the bathroom, washed up, and returned with a towel. “Here you go.”
I picked up the water bottle I’d knocked over earlier and took a swig, then passed it to Jake.
“Thanks.” He gulped the rest and returned the empty bottle to me with a shit-eating grin. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to drink it all.”
I huffed without heat and flopped beside him on the bed. “Fuck water. Let’s talk about my fingers in your ass. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Jake knit his brow in his usual prissy manner and busted up laughing. “It was so—geez…like…I can’t believe how incredible that felt.”
My chest puffed up with pride. I wiggled my fingers as I rolled to face him. “Magic fingers, baby.”
He snorted. “I wasn’t talking about your fingers. I meant…never mind.”
“Fuck that.” I pushed his chest gruffly and hit him with my best no-nonsense glare. “This is already weird, dude. If we don’t say what we like and don’t like, it’ll be a disaster. Maybe it will be anyway, but I’d rather know why than wonder if I hurt your fucking feelings or something.”