Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
When I was settled on the bed with him, kneeling between his legs, I started at his feet, lifting one leg and kissing the top of his foot. There was a small bruise on his toe where he’d stubbed it earlier. I kissed that, then his foot, then calf, nuzzling behind his knee before making my way up.
“Jesus…”
“Does it feel good? Just to be savored this way?” I asked, then burrowed my face beneath his balls, breathing in his musky scent and kissing him there too.
“Yes…God yes…” When I sat up, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“I’m not fucking you until I feel like you understand how much I want you.”
“I get it!” Corbin nearly shouted.
“Not yet.” I chuckled, then gave the left side of his body the same treatment as I’d done the right—starting at his foot, kissing and licking my way up. This time when I was at his inner thigh, I sucked it the way I’d done his chest, marking him there too. Corbin writhed beneath me, moaning and begging for more.
My dick was painful, I was so hard. This was torturing me as much as it was him, but I wanted to make sure Corbin knew this wasn’t just about getting off. That it was about him and how special he was. Not that I thought I was something special or could change his way of thinking, but I wanted him to feel my desire for him.
When I settled between his thighs, I said, “Show me your hole.”
Immediately Corbin drew his legs back, making his cheeks part and giving me my first glimpse of his pink ring. “It’s so pretty. I can’t wait to stretch it out with my cock.”
“Yes…that…now, please.”
“Mm, you’re a hungry little bottom, aren’t you?”
“Normally I’m vers. I don’t know why I want you to fuck me so bad. It’s all I can think about.”
“Good thing both of us want it.” I licked his crease, then worked my tongue between his cheeks. Corbin pulled his legs back more. He tasted slightly musky, which I fucking loved. It was all sex and desire, this tornado of pleasure that swept me away. I ate him like he was my last meal, urged on by Corbin’s fist in my hair and every hungry, needy sound he made.
His ass was tight on my finger when I pushed it inside, and I sucked his balls while working him open.
“More…please, Spencer. Give me more.”
My fucking pleasure. “Lube,” I said, easing my finger out and replacing it with my tongue. I fucked him with that as he tossed the bottle my way.
“Fuck me.”
“Mmm. I like Needy Corbin who knows just how much I want him. You do, don’t you? Can you feel it in the way I eat your hole? In how I kiss you and mark you? I would devour you if I could.”
“That. Yes. Do that.”
After slicking up my fingers, I worked two inside him. The grip was so fucking tight. I was dying to feel him around my cock.
I kissed him—thighs, balls, cock, stomach—everywhere I could reach. I wanted Corbin to feel me everywhere, to feel cherished and sexy and like I couldn’t get enough of him.
Because I couldn’t.
I bent my fingers, searching for his prostate. When I rubbed it, Corbin nearly lurched off the bed.
“Fuck. Don’t do that. You’ll make me come. I want you inside me before I do that. I’m ready for you. Take me now.”
I’d hoped to make this last longer, but I didn’t have it in me to deny him anymore. His hole closed slightly when I slipped my fingers out. I ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it down my erection. Once I was slicked up, I lifted Corbin’s legs over my shoulders.
His ice-blue gaze was firmly on me, his pretty cock leaking on his stomach.
“Do you know how much I want you?” I asked.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
“What does it feel like?”
He paused like the question surprised him and he wasn’t sure how to answer. “Like…like quiet,” he said, those words making my thoughts spin. Was he telling me I kept those negative voices out of his head? If so, I’d do this every day for my whole fucking life.
“That’s good?” I had to make sure I was understanding him right.
“It’s everything.”
The words had hardly left his mouth before I thrust into him. Corbin’s back arched off the bed, legs squeezing my neck. He’d said I felt like everything, but I thought that was him. He was so tight, body so hot, hugging my cock.
“Look how well you’re taking me. I think my CB was made for my dick.” I couldn’t lie, the nickname still felt weird on my tongue, but I knew Corbin liked it, and that made me want to use it. I would search for every way I could to find moments of happiness for him, to gather them together and sprinkle him with them so he continuously felt good.