Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Suddenly Daniel felt like he was in the midst of a pop quiz and he had all the wrong answers. “Uh….” He picked up his fork and moved his food around the plate. Then he looked up at Asher from underneath his lashes and gave him an innocent smile. “I may have skipped those.”
Asher rested his free hand on Daniel’s thigh and then curled his fingers around it. “Daniel, you’re too skinny to skip meals.” He squeezed Daniel’s leg and moved his hand up to his hip, across his belly, and over to his chest. “I can feel your ribs.”
Damn, just that touch was enough to take him from a semi to a full-on erection. “I told you I get distracted,” he panted. “And food’s not big on my list of important things.”
“Uh-huh, I can see that,” Asher said. “Sounds like you need a keeper.”
Daniel groaned. “Not sure how you expect me to eat when you say things like that.” Asher continued caressing his chest, circling his nipple. “Or touch me like that,” he groaned.
Asher leaned over until his mouth was inches from Daniel’s ear. “Want me to stop?” he asked quietly, his breath hot on Daniel’s ear.
Oh, God, he was so hard he ached. “N… n… no,” Daniel stuttered. “Please don’t stop.” His fork slipped from his grasp.
Suddenly, the heat was gone. Asher had leaned back in his chair and moved both hands away. Daniel whimpered and looked at him, wide-eyed, trying to focus. “Why?”
Asher slowly moved his gaze from Daniel’s face to his plate and back again. “You eat, I touch.”
Why was that hot? Daniel whimpered and picked up his fork with shaky fingers, managing to scoop something onto it and put it in his mouth.
“Good boy,” Asher whispered, scooting his chair right next to Daniel’s, leaning close once again. Daniel was sure he’d never been harder. “Keep going, sugar.”
Asher squeezed Daniel’s knee, caressed his inner thigh, ran fingertips over the crease where thigh met groin, cupped his sac, massaged his pecs, gently pinched his nipples. And the whole time, he kept his mouth close to Daniel’s ear, nibbling on his lobe, licking the outer curve, whispering words of praise. “Such a good boy, Daniel. Love watching you obey.”
How he managed to eat without breathing, Daniel couldn’t say. But he didn’t want those hot touches to stop. So he dragged his fork from plate to mouth, chewed and swallowed between whimpers and moans. He felt like he was in a daze, moving by rote memory through a fog of arousal and need so strong it made his lungs hurt and his balls tighten against his body. Before he knew it, the plate was empty.
Asher tangled his fingers in Daniel’s hair and tugged him forward for a deep, all-consuming kiss. He tilted Daniel’s head to the angle he wanted, put his hand on Daniel’s jaw and forced it open, and then he bit at Daniel’s lips before invading Daniel’s mouth with his tongue, licking and penetrating with enough force to almost hurt, but in the best possible way.
Daniel keened. He gripped Asher’s shoulders and climbed onto his lap, thrusting his exposed dick against Asher’s belly. Early seed left him slick, and the contact felt so good he wanted to cry
“Oh, God, Ash,” he said when Asher pulled his mouth away and nibbled across Daniel’s jaw. “Want you so much.” He couldn’t stop rocking, needing the friction more than air.
Asher moved his left hand to Daniel’s nipples, twisting each of them in turn. He cupped Daniel’s ass in his right hand, pulling him forward, encouraging his motions. Then he dipped fingers into his crease, moved up and down, and circled the puckered skin of his entrance, giving a bit of pressure, but not penetrating.
Daniel arched his back, his head flew back, stretching his neck, and he grabbed his cock, stroking furiously as he shouted, “Oh, oh, oh! Put it in. P… p… please,” he begged. “God, put it in. Put it in.”
Asher shoved a finger into Daniel’s hole, twisted it until he found his gland, and pressed down on it. That was the endgame. Daniel shot so hard his vision went black. The pleasure seemed to last forever, and he reveled in it.
When Daniel finally regained his focus, Asher had his pants open, dick out, and he was stroking himself with tight, hard pulls. He was grunting in moments, white cream streaming through his fingers and over his fist.
Daniel’s balls ached in sympathy, trying to push out more fluid. “Oh, God,” he said shakily, dropping his forehead to Asher’s shoulder and rubbing his hands over Asher’s chest, enjoying the feeling of all that thick hair. “How do you… that was… oh, God.”
“Yeah,” Asher sighed. “I think that about covers it, sugar.” He covered Daniel’s hand with his big paw. “All right, I think it’s safe to say that I’m going to need a shower.” He grinned and looked down Daniel’s semen-covered hand. “Cum and chest hair aren’t a comfortable combination.”