Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I saw that he had wrapped his fist around his own cock and was slowly stroking it with one hand as he wiped at his slick lips with the other.
I was dazed. I was still embarrassed by how I’d shot my load like a horny teenager.
But if there was one thing I could do—and do well—it was repaying him.
“Lie back down,” I commanded. “Right now.”
“You can relax for a minute, if you want to,” he offered.
“I’d rather relax with your cock in my mouth, Tris,” I told him.
I saw his cock jerk upward in anticipation. A moment later he was back down on the bed and I was between his legs, kissing the soft skin of his inner thighs. He had a long, looping tattoo of a snake on his hip that led down the front of his thigh, and I let my hand skate across it, getting a proper, up-close look at it for the first time.
I slid my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, eliciting a perfect moan from him.
“Show me,” Tristan said in a low whisper. “Heard you bragging about your dick-sucking skills for years now, so you’ve got to prove it.”
I hummed, giving him a little nibble on his thigh. “Excuse me?”
He looked down at me with a dazed grin. “All those times you told me how you made dudes come hard on your dates. Show me.”
“I did not talk about it like that.”
His smile was beautiful. “Well, you said that the guys always left very satisfied.”
“Sure, maybe,” I said. “Fine. But I wasn’t bragging about my skills.”
“You’re good at everything you do, Blue,” he said.
“I’m not good at lasting long with you, apparently,” I said.
He sucked on his lower lip. “I don’t think I’m going to be much better.”
I held his eye contact as I dipped lower again, slowly sucking the length of his cock, going deep all the way to the base.
“Holy fuck,” he said. “Yeah, not going to last long.”
I let my tongue slide upward in a lazy zigzag pattern as I came up again. I wanted to make this the best blow job he’d ever gotten. I was still pretty sure Tristan was just having a momentary bout of craziness because of all the emotions of moving away, but at the very least, I wanted him to have a night he would remember fondly.
Would he remember this night as a wild, funny mistake? Or a one-time fling that was hot, but something he wouldn’t repeat? I could at least shoot for the latter.
The deep groans he was letting out every time I took him all the way to my throat turned me on so much that I started to get a little chub going in my cock again, even though I’d just come.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered as I upped my pace a little. “God, I could get used to this.”
He’s just saying things, I told myself. People say things, in the heat of the moment.
I could convince my brain, but I couldn’t convince my heart. Those words were so sweet to hear from him, words I never thought I would hear.
“You look hot when you’re turned on,” I murmured to him as I pulled off of his cock for a moment, then plunged back down.
“And you look good with my cock between your lips,” he said, his eyes half-lidded. “I secretly always wondered what you might look like sucking cock. But then I always got a little mad, because I didn’t want to see another dude’s cock in your mouth, you know? I don’t care about other dudes.”
I licked the pad of my tongue against the underside of his tip. “You wanted to see what I looked like, huh?”
He hummed. “I wondered about it.”
“And now you know.”
“It’s fucking hot, Blue,” he said. “I want to come for you.”
“Then do it,” I told him.
I fell into a steady rhythm again, and when he started to buck his hips upward, I felt like I’d won. I gripped the base of his cock with my fist and squeezed, and reveled in the fact that he shuddered under my touch.
“Fuck, I needed this,” he murmured, his voice low. “You have no idea—”
I flicked my tongue over his tip and felt him throb.
“Come for me, Tris,” I said. “I’ll take it. Anytime you want. Anywhere you want.”
“Fuck,” he hissed as I sucked his length to my throat again. “Jesus Christ, you are going to make me come—”
His words broke off into moans and swearing, and it was all I needed to hear. I hummed around him as he bucked into my mouth, over and over in a steady rhythm. He whispered my name as he came, over and over, in my mouth.
I got to give this to him. And I got to hold him as he came back down to Earth. I came back up and held him close, wrapping my arms around the side of his body. He grabbed my hand and pressed a bunch of little kisses to the back of my hand and my wrist, clutching at me like he needed me.