Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I push his chest and break my lips from his. “Lie back.”
He doesn’t. He shucks off his pants and underwear, kicking them to the floor, and then rests back on his elbows. “I want to watch.”
Guess I should bring my porno A game, which is completely different to my get off fast technique. Nobody wants to see the concentration line across your forehead while you’re trying to suck someone off and being mindful of your breathing, teeth placement, and avoiding lockjaw. It’s not attractive.
His cock, however … That is a sight I could get used to. I’ve had that thing inside me, but I never got a good look. I remember how thick it felt as he moved in and out of me, but damn.
Trav is a walking six-five mass of hard lines and ridges, and he’s all proportionate—big everywhere. His cock is tall, thick, and veiny, and a drop of precum leaks from the tip. It’s so fucking sexy.
I lower my mouth to lick it off but make sure I keep eye contact.
He grunts when my tongue swipes over the head. “I need all of that mouth.”
And to show him who’s really the one in charge here, I don’t give it to him. Instead, I lightly lick down his shaft and keep going, sucking his balls into my mouth.
Usually from here, I’d at least be nice to the guy and stroke him with my free hands, but I’m not feeling nice today. I’m going to take what I want and show Trav that he may think he owns me, but if we’re going to do this, it’s going to be on my terms.
He can lock me away like a princess in a tower, and I might not like it even if I understand it. I came to him for help, so I’ll reluctantly follow his direction. But this? Us? He has no control over what I do.
“Dylan,” he whines, and I love the sound. Not only because he’s calling me by my first name and not mocking me about going rogue for once, but because there’s so much need, so much want in his voice that it’s actually difficult not to give him what he wants.
I reach up and run a hand down his chest, brushing over his rippling muscles. They contract under my fingertips, and his whole body trembles.
I straighten and stand, still between his legs, while he’s spread out for me.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a tease?” he rasps.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re impatient?” I step back and then lift my shirt over my head. “As much as I’m loving this dynamic, I figured it was unfair of me to get all the eye candy.”
Trav’s eyes narrow. “Why do I feel like this is a trick?”
“No trick.”
“What are you going to do to me once you’re naked?”
My pants go next. “I’m not going to do anything to you.”
“I knew it. You’re going to make me take things into my own hands, aren’t you?” He grips his mouthwatering cock and strokes slowly.
“Nope.” My voice cracks on the word. “As hot as that is, it’s your way of trying to take back control, and I want you to get one thing straight. When we’re together like this, I’m the one who calls the shots. You can blow me, fuck me, rim me, use my body, but I’m the one who gets to tell you when.”
Trav licks his lips while he stares at my cock. “You mean … this time?”
I smile on one side. “Maybe next time I’ll let you flip me for it.”
His gaze meets mine, and something breaks. I can see the moment he relents. “What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing. I want you to stay like that, eyes locked on me, and I want you to watch while I jerk myself off.”
“Am I allowed to touch myself?”
“Nope. Or I stop.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to jerk you off? You know the only thing better than your hand is someone else’s.”
“You really suck at giving up control, don’t you?”
“No, it’s not … well, it’s not only that. I really, really, really want to touch you.”
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll finish the blowjob I started.” I step closer and lean in. “I’ll even swallow every drop.”
“And if I can’t hold out?”
“I think not getting the blowjob is punishment enough.”
Trav’s not happy about it, but he lies back again.
I step between his legs and grip his thigh with one hand while I stroke myself with the other.
My gaze is on him, while his is on my hand that’s working me over. His jaw is set, but his eyes are full of heat. My hand has never felt so good on my cock.
Jerking off has a purpose. It gets the job done. But it’s not necessarily a sexy act. This, though, the look of pure lust on Trav’s face makes this one of the most intense sexual encounters of my life.