Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Brody’s thigh muscles contracted under my hands while I continued to lick and kiss his cock for long moments until he was dripping wet and canting his hips upward, begging for relief. But instead of taking him in my mouth the way we both clearly wanted, I nudged his legs further apart until they were splayed wide across my sheets and dropped my mouth lower so I could lick and fondle his balls.
“Oh, fuckkkkkk,” he moaned. One arm flopped over his face, hiding his eyes, while the other grabbed the sheet over his head, twisting it so hard one of the corners popped off the mattress.
The salty-sweet taste of him was addicting. I wanted more. More of his taste, his touch, his scent, his presence.
“Please,” he begged. “Grant.”
I was sure I’d heard my first name on his lips at some point before but certainly never like this, tinged with need and desperation. It was funny how that single word could break through the last barriers in my mind and make me feel so damn desirable.
“What are you thinking now, Brody?” I demanded. “Tell me.”
“I… oh, god. I’m thinking…”
I licked him from root to tip, and he bucked again as I lapped up the precum pooled at his slit.
“Tell me,” I commanded, my words blowing hot over his damp skin. “Don’t be shy.”
“I want you so much,” he blurted. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I really want you to take your time, but I also really want you to suck me. But I also don’t want you to suck me because if you do, I’ll come, and if I come, this will be over. But mostly I want you to suck me. Just… suck me,” he wailed.
My brain caught and spun on the idea that he’d wanted me for a long time, that we could have been together like this months or even years ago. I’d thought I’d known everything about the man beneath me, but now I was glimpsing hidden facets of my competent, cheerful, occasionally awkward Brody. And I liked them every bit as much.
He ran his fingers through my hair and tugged, forcing my head up so his eyes met mine. “Please, Grant,” he begged again.
Okay, maybe I liked these new facets best of all.
I held his eyes as I lowered my head to his cock and greedily sucked him in.
If Brody had been a live wire before, he was a star gone supernova once my mouth was on him. He babbled and chanted, imploring me not to ever stop, insisting that I do it again, just like that, crooning my name over and over like it was the filthiest curse he knew and a plea to a higher power. His legs flailed off the bed, and his hands came to rest on my head, not to pull or push, but like he needed an anchor in a storm.
Like he trusted me to be that for him.
“I… I’m so close,” he whispered insistently.
I lurched up his body to kiss him on the mouth, tumbling us both back onto the bed in a way that brushed our bare cocks together, and I hissed at the contact. We worked our way fully onto the bed, scrambling across the sheets without breaking our kiss. It was mutual desperation: hands and mouths seeking as much of each other as we could get, as if the slow-burn wick of our wanting had suddenly been doused with fuel.
I’d never felt so undone. I’d never felt so free.
My brain scrambled to decide what I wanted more: quick frot, mutual blow jobs, or the sweet, tight feel of Brody’s ass around me as I sank inside of him. Either way, I wasn’t going to last. Just thinking of all the things I wanted to do to him—with him—was enough to make my balls tighten.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I asked against the side of his face. Sweat plastered his hair to his skin, and his eyes were glassy. “Tell me now.”
“You. Want to come. Want to come with you.”
“Do it,” I said, my voice wrecked from sex and need. “I want to see you.”
I took us both in hand, pinning him to the bed with my legs and chest while I did my best to stroke us off. My mouth crushed his while I took everything I wanted from his kiss. His breaths came fast and shallow, little gasps with muttered curses thrown in.
His dick felt amazing against mine. I moved my hand down to gently squeeze his balls while continuing to thrust against him. Our cocks were spit-slick and hot, so it took me a minute to realize he was coming.
“Grant! Oh god. Fuck. Fuck.” His head tilted back into the pillow, and a tendon stuck out on his exposed neck. I latched onto it and sucked, taking his release and using it to bring myself off all over his belly.