Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I needed you,” I said. “You know I thought about you every single time I jerked off last week?” I let my tongue drag across the underside of his cock and he let out another delicious moan.
“I thought about you, too,” he said. “Your videos sure helped.”
“I’m glad you liked them.”
Over the week we’d been away, I’d gotten in the habit of sending him videos of myself coming anytime I jerked off. In every video, I’d told him that it was all for him. And I’d meant it.
I hummed as I took his cock into my mouth, sinking down over it in one gesture. He smelled shower-fresh, like the light spiced vanilla scent of his body wash, now so familiar to me. It felt like coming home, being so close to him, so soon.
I hadn’t even planned on doing anything like this when I first got back to the house. Hell, I hadn’t planned anything at all. All I had known was that I wanted, more than anything, to see him again.
“God,” he whispered.
I gripped the sides of his hips and as he shuddered under my touch, the bookcase rattled behind him.
“Is this—is this what you meant when you said we needed to hit the books?” he uttered.
I let out a low chuckle around his cock and I dragged my tongue along his shaft in slow strokes. “Mhmm,” I hummed.
“Christ, you have no idea how good that feels—I could fucking come already—”
I let my cheeks hollow around his cock as I sucked all the way to the tip, then popped him out, just for a second. “Then come for me,” I murmured, looking up into his absurdly beautiful eyes like two windows to the ocean.
“Oh, God,” he said as I sank back down around his cock, sucking him off like I meant it, now. I let one of my hands rest right at the base, gently cupping his balls, so soft they were almost like velvet.
Logan put one hand back to grip against the bookcase. As I worked my mouth harder and faster against his cock, a couple of the smaller paperbacks on the shelf came loose, clattering down to the floor beside us.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’m going to come—”
I hummed, low and deep, as I looked back up into his eyes to encourage him. And right then, as he met my gaze, I watched his expression drop as he lost control. He thrust forward into my mouth as he came, letting out the most beautiful sigh as he did. I swallowed around him, holding him tight against me, letting him roll through it as I held him.
“You—you’re—” he was whispering, unable to complete his sentences.
I sucked around him, swallowing as I pulled off of his cock, resting my forehead against his upper thigh to stabilize him as he came back down to earth.
“Like I said,” I told him quietly, running a hand down his thigh, “I missed you.”
“I missed you so damn much.”
I leaned back and he finally released his grip on the bookcase. As he turned, I saw the impressions of the wood still leaving pink marks on his skin.
“Never thought the hottest guy at KMU would make me come up against one of my bookcases,” he said. He ran a hand through his hair, still looking like he was woozy somewhere on cloud nine.
I sat back on the floor, the cool hardwood pressed against my ass. I reached for a few of the paperbacks that had fallen, inspecting them. “The Golden Ass?”
A smile crept over Logan’s face as he grabbed the book, slotting it back on the shelf. “It’s one of my favorites, honestly.”
“You actually have a book called The Golden Ass? What the hell is that?”
He giggled. “It’s a classic.”
“You’re absolutely shitting me.”
“I am not,” he protested. “It’s the only novel from Ancient Rome to survive intact. It was written in Latin. The guy tries to get turned into a bird, but instead he’s turned into a donkey.”
“An ass,” I said.
“Exactly.”
“I get it, now,” I said. “Logan, you’re one of a kind, you know that, right?”
He was still smiling as he got down onto the floor, straddling me, and pressed a kiss to my lips. “And so are you,” he said. He reached down, slowly wrapping his fist around my cock, giving it a few tugs. “And I’m going to get you back for that incredible fucking blow job you just gave me, but I… I think I’m going to tease you a little, first.”
I raised an eyebrow, breathing in slowly, trying to maintain composure. “Oh yeah?”
He nodded. “Yes. Or maybe I’m going to tease you a lot.”
“Is that right?” I said, my cock hardening a little more under his touch.”
“Do you know about edging?”
I throbbed under his hand. “Of course I do,” I said.
Truthfully, I’d watched countless porn videos about edging, and plenty of times, I’d done it to myself over the course of long jerk-off sessions. But I’d never had anybody else do it to me for any length of time.