Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He chuckled softly when I stopped at the top of the landing and gently released him, sliding his chest against mine, then captured his hips and nudged my erection alongside his. “Now where?”
“My room. Second one on the right,” he panted.
I speed walked down the hallway and entered a darkened room anchored by a four-poster bed. The walls were covered in black-and-white photographs that looked like they’d been cut from fashion magazines. I did a double take at the badass pic of Linda Evangelista circa 1990 as I closed the door behind Charlie.
He immediately slid to his knees. He mouthed my cock through my shorts before ripping open the Velcro and releasing me. I put my hand on the wall to brace myself when he gripped my shaft and swallowed me whole.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned.
I’d been around the block a few times and had my dick sucked more than I should probably admit. But never like this. Charlie was an expert. A cock-sucking genius. He measured his tempo with the perfect amount of pressure. I felt the telltale tingle of an impending orgasm well before I wanted this to end. In fact, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to be permanently attached to him. He was madness, but the sweetest kind. I wanted to lose myself inside him. Just the thought of fucking him brought me closer to the edge. I pushed his forehead until he released me with a pop.
“Don’t you want to come?”
“Yeah, but I’m way too close. I just…” I pulled him to his feet and gestured toward the bed. “Let me see you.”
Charlie slipped his shirt over his shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Then he set his hands on his hips and cocked his head. “Here I am. What else do you want to see?”
“Your ass. Get on your hands and knees. Show me everything.”
He smiled as he moved to the bed, pulling back the duvet before climbing to the middle of the mattress. I stroked myself with my right hand as I explored him. I squeezed his cheeks, tugged at his dick and his balls. Then I spit on my fingers and traced his crack as he jacked his cock wildly. I knew what he wanted. It was like I could read his body without him saying a word. I had a fleeting thought that this was what I’d been waiting for as I licked his hole then pushed my middle finger inside him.
“Oh…oh, fuck,” he moaned.
I stroked myself faster, darting my tongue at his opening as he rode my digit. My technique probably needed work, but Charlie didn’t seem to mind. He swayed his hips seductively and hummed my name over and over. When he reached between his thighs and pushed one of his fingers in alongside mine, I knew that was the end of me.
“Ungh…I’m gonna come, Char.”
I clutched his hip as my body convulsed. I shot ribbons of cum over his ass before loosening my hold. Charlie looked over his shoulder and growled. “Don’t go. Fuck me.”
“Uh…”
“With your finger. Add another one. Please,” he begged.
I did as he said, pulling him against my chest so that my still-erect dick rode his crack while I tweaked his nipples one at a time and finger-fucked him. He laid his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes just as his orgasm hit.
We didn’t move for a long moment. I wasn’t sure how to get my fingers from his ass and make a seamless transition to real time on my own. I needed Charlie to meet me halfway. When he stayed quiet, I slowly backed up and looked around for a tissue to clean the mess we’d made.
“Hey, um…you okay?”
“Of course. The Kleenex is on the other side of the bed,” he said.
I shuffled to the middle, then leaned over to grab a few tissues from the box and cleaned him off before smacking his ass.
“Ow.” Charlie rolled over and sat up. “You’ve got a thing for my ass, don’t you? Wait. I didn’t mean for mine in particular. I meant—”
“No, just yours.” I smiled awkwardly as I motioned between us. “So…I don’t know where to go with this, but God, I want to go somewhere. We can’t pretend this isn’t happening.”
“What do you propose?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed, raking my hand through my hair. “You’re doing something to me. It’s messin’ with my head and making me want things and—”
“Me?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“Yeah, you.” I caressed his jaw unthinking. “Hey, I don’t have answers, but I want us to be normal around each other. Talk to me, Char. If you want to bite my head off, do it. I want your sassy, in-your-face, bossy lists and schedules telling me where to go and what you need from me. I get that it’s not personal. It’s your job and maybe it’s just you, but…I like it. I like the way you are, and I need you to keep talking to me. Don’t shut me out. Okay?”