Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
One sample would be worth all the pain.
I smiled down at him and added, “And I assume you don’t want my cock in your ass, correct?”
“Uh…yeah, that’s correct,” he stammered. “I’m not ready for that. Hell, I may not be ready for anything.”
Not to cross any lines with Rainbow, I said, “Just say stop and it ends.”
“Got it. Stop. I can do that,” he whispered.
His voice already sounded breathless. I figured he’d stop everything the minute I started touching him, and I couldn’t blame him—he was straight. Was I pushing him? Manipulating him into doing what I wanted? I knew how badly he wanted to succeed in this mission, so was I inadvertently using that as a weapon against him? Was what I was about to do some kind of power abuse over him?
“Did you hear me say stop?” he asked, interrupting my train of thought.
“No.”
He laughed softly…nervously. “Well, I hope you aren’t expecting me to take the lead on this. I have no idea what to do with that monster between your legs. I’m gonna need some guidance.”
His hand, the one that had been pushing against my chest, slowly lowered until his fingertips grazed the top of my cock and then slid down the length—just a whisper of a touch, but enough to nearly send me over the edge. I pulled away long enough to reach for the nightstand, open the drawer, and dig around. There was no way Landon hadn’t supplied our bedrooms with lube, he wouldn’t do that to me. “Yes!” I hissed in victory when my hand closed around the tube. Flipping the lid open, I squeezed a nice handful into my palm. “Don’t panic. This isn’t to make penetration easier. I had something else in mind.”
“I trust you,” he answered simply. “I never thought differently. I’ve told you what I don’t want to do, and I know you’ll stay within the…guidelines.”
He was terrified. It was written all over his face. He was also aroused and more than a little interested. He trusted me. I needed to offer him the same trust and know that he’d tell me if he lost interest.
I kept my lower body settled between his spread legs, but leaned most of my upper body’s weight on my right elbow. With the lube palmed in my left hand, I reached down and wrapped it around both our cocks, sliding up and down until both our dicks were coated from top to bottom. He’d hissed…then gasped. As I kept rubbing our hard lengths together, his noises turned into a moan. It was the sweetest fucking sound ever.
I made sure to swipe the tip of his cock with my thumb with each pass, mixing his precum with the lube. It didn’t take many swipes to realize his slit was an extra sensitive spot for him. His Mistress hadn’t mentioned that to me. I’d like to tell myself she didn’t know—that she hadn’t handled him the way I was. As my hand continued to work both of us, I dipped my head to his chest and placed a few kisses and nibbles on his pecs. “That kind of kissing okay?”
“De—definitely,” he answered. His breathing was faster…deeper.
I could tell he was trying to hold sounds back, to keep them hidden from me, but I wouldn’t allow that much longer. I needed to hear what his pleasure sounded like. I craved it.
Before long, his hips started thrusting, so I kept my hand still, allowing him to control the motion and speed. My mouth kept tormenting his chest for a few minutes before I finally moved to tongue a nipple. It hardened instantly, and another moan ripped from his throat.
“Fuck! That feels so good. So. Fucking. Good.”
His hips moved faster. The moonlit room was filled with sounds of sex. The squelching sound of the lube. Our heavy breathing. His soft moans and my own grunts and growls. It was merely a hand job for both of us…but it was the best damned sex I’d ever had in my life. I could get lost in watching the look on his face. His eyes were at half mast, looking all lazy and aroused. His lips were parted and if I kept my eyes locked there, I’d see him either bite his bottom lip or his pink tongue would dart out and lick nervously. With the moon’s light, I could see how flushed his body was…how pebbled his nipples were.
I felt my own balls draw up and knew I was going to embarrass myself and blow my load if I spent any more time looking at his face, watching his expressions. Trying to prolong the best night of my life, I looked away from his puffy lips…looked down to the spot where my hand wrapped around both our cocks. My hips met his thrusts, and we were in sync with our lust—driven movements.