Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 165476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 827(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 827(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Shame ate at Ned as he shoved his face into the crook of his elbow, unsure what to say when Cole gently rocked against him, stirring his prick in the crevice of sensitive skin. The skillful fingers working Ned’s cock made his body echo with pleasure and twisted each thought until Ned’s brain was a mush of arousal, confusion, and embarrassment. Was this something Cole missed now that he’d given up on bedding girls?
Running rampant, his mind came up with images of Cole’s prick driving into him, each and every one so vivid he could almost feel it sliding in already. He didn’t bother looking back and nodded, seared inside by white-hot arousal. Tense as a horse given its first saddle, he couldn’t choke out a word but kept imagining Cole’s gorgeous cock riding Ned’s body, fucking him in every sense of the word. Cole’s face would go all red once he came, relaxed in bliss and contentment that the need, which had gone unfulfilled because of Ned, had finally been satisfied.
If Cole had done the very thing with women then it was possible.
A soft moan rang in Ned’s ear, and while Cole’s hand kept moving up and down his cock, the one supporting his face slid between their bodies, steadying Cole’s own prick as he made the push.
Ned’s eyes went wide, and he bucked his hips away from his lover, but it was already too late. The cockhead went in, and the reality of unexpected pain came crashing down on the fantasy his mind had spun.
“Ow! Wait. No.” Ned clenched his teeth so hard it caused an ache at the sides of his jaw. He was now aware of every single pebble in the dirt under the blanket, and the flapping of the fabric providing them with shade. Cold sweat erupted on his back, and he already knew it would hurt even worse once Cole pulled out. What the hell had he been thinking?
Damn it.
Cole stilled, kissing Ned’s shoulder, so very warm against Ned. “Sorry. Was it too fast?”
“It’s… yes. Too fast. Too much. It hurts. Bad fucking idea.” Ned could hardly breathe as his heart rattled in panic. He’d never been this embarrassed in his life. His hole throbbed with pain, and he didn’t know what to do anymore, because Cole’s dick was still inside, and the torturous ache would only get worse once it stirred.
Cole slid his arms around Ned’s frame, his warm breath a prison rather than comfort. “What… what should I do? Pull out?” he whispered, kissing Ned’s sweaty flesh again, and the gentleness of his touch made the whole ordeal even worse.
Ned wasn’t hard anymore. He hated that the joyful confidence from earlier was now gone, leaving him to shudder like a leaf about to fall off the tree before winter.
“Y-yes.”
Ned braced himself for pain which he’d at least be ready for this time. Still, he flinched as the thick head pulled out of his tight hole, its slide burning as if it had scraped off some flesh. His muscles were tight like wool washed in boiling water, but as Cole hugged Ned, attempting to—out of all things—roll them over, shame lashed his face, leaving it hot.
“Neddie, it’s all right. Come here,” Cole whispered, but his hands felt like cuffs holding Ned down.
He pushed Cole away without much force, running from the embrace with goosebumps erupting all over. “No, it was a dumb idea. Let’s just forget it. We wasted too much time anyway.” He did everything in his power to avoid looking at Cole, eaten up alive by the parasite of humiliation growing in his stomach. He grabbed his boots and put them on so frantically it escaped him that he should don his pants first.
Cole stayed still at the edge of Ned’s vision, his silence like fire to feed Ned’s shame. When he moved to touch Ned’s arm, it almost sent Ned off the blanket altogether.
“I’m sorry. It worked with the girls. I don’t know what happened.”
Ned forced out a laugh to seem more relaxed than he was, and only stopped choking on air once his tender ass was hidden under fabric. “So now we know it only works for women. No harm done,” he added to finish the topic for good. Frustration had taken all the joy out of their moment together, and while this failed attempt didn’t change how he felt about Cole, he needed time alone to regroup. His ass pulsed with heat, and he wasn’t looking forward to riding.
But Cole wouldn’t leave him in peace, as if he couldn’t see how much Ned didn’t want to be touched. His warm hands curled around Ned’s fingers, pulling gently. “Don’t get dressed yet. We have time. I’ll—”
Ned grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head in haste. He looked Cole straight in the eyes to make sure his point was understood. “I can’t give you that, okay? Leave it.”