Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Save it for me. Don’t come, baby. Want to taste you,” I rasp out.
He nods, squeezing his dick, then letting go to pull me farther into his mouth. When I slide all the way in again, ecstasy takes over, blasting through each cell in my body as I come so damn hard down my best friend’s throat.
And Owen takes every last drop.
I pant and gasp for air, but I don’t let go of his hair. It feels right in my hands. It feels good between my fingers.
He feels amazing here with me.
And I don’t think we have a friendship pact anymore, and I’m not sure I want to go back there.
14
Owen
My head is dizzy.
My whole body is a live wire.
I’m not sure I can stand, since I’m still buzzing from touching River for the first time, from bringing him the pleasure I’ve been dreaming of. But I want to get up, since I need to kiss him again. Do more. Do everything.
I push up on my feet, but before I can rise, River is down on the floor, his spent dick out, his hands on my face, clasping me.
“You are incredible,” he says, and it sounds like he’s glowing—maybe it’s good radiation from the orgasm I just gave him. “Just incredible.”
Not gonna lie—the praise lights me up. I’m such a praise junkie. It turns me on to bring pleasure, to be told I made a guy feel amazing. It thrills me more to give than to receive.
I half expect River to kiss me right now, because that’s my favorite thing to do after a blow job. But instead, his mouth pays a visit to my throat, kissing me there. “I don’t even know what you did to me, Owen. That was insane,” he says, lavishing kisses all along my neck, my Adam’s apple, like he’s cherishing where his dick was minutes ago. “Your throat is like magic. Did you find a lamp somewhere and make a wish with a genie to have no gag reflex?”
I crack up, leaning my head back, laughing. “Yes. You figured me out.”
River raises his face, still holding my cheeks. “You are the blow job champion of the world. Just know that. And listen, I’m going to suck you off in about two minutes. Once I recover from the world’s most outstanding head ever given to any man in history. But I want to warn you. I am not as good as you. I hope you can forgive me, you fucking deep-throat god. My dick is humbled to have made the great acquaintance of your mouth.”
Yeah, I’m beaming inside. “My mouth is pretty happy to have met your dick,” I say.
And the rest of me is too.
All of me is.
“Seriously, though. I just want you to know what I do to you will be like the BMW of head to your Bugatti.”
“BMWs are hot rides, River,” I say. “Also, shut up. It’s going to feel great because it’s you,” I say, but once those words come out, I’ve got to remind myself to keep my emotions in check.
Now is not the time to bust out the I am so in love with you or any variation on that you’re the one theme.
Now is the time for more sex.
Just sex.
I have no idea where we’re going, but I also don’t want to contemplate it tonight. I just want to feel.
“Mmm,” he says, grabbing my face, and hauling me to him. River drops his lips to mine and kisses me hard and deep. Like he’s claiming me. The possession in this kiss floods my mind with endorphins.
He tastes a little like champagne still, but mostly like a man who’s been thoroughly kissed.
His tongue explores my mouth as he holds my cheeks. As he tugs and sucks on my lips, the reckless desire I have for him ratchets up a few more notches, then higher still.
As I moan into his kisses, he sneaks a hand to my crotch, squeezes my dick. I break the kiss. “Gimme that second-rate blow job,” I tease.
River points to the living room. “BMW time, here we come. Get this hot body in front of the fireplace stat.”
Hello, snowed-in fantasy, it is nice to meet you.
I’m going to get blown by the man of my dreams in front of a roaring fire as snow falls outside.
Winning.
He tugs his jeans up far enough to walk to the living room. Once we’re there, he slides his hands up the front of my Henley, making me tremble. Every touch melts me. As I look down at him, since he’s just a couple inches shorter, the whole moment is still so surreal.
To have his hands on me.
To see him looking at me this way.
Even after he came down my throat, it’s surreal.
But then, it’s all so incredibly real when his fingers dip under my shirt, and he touches my stomach. Shivering with pleasure, I let out a smoky sigh.