Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Take it. Like that. Good. Good. You like that. So fucking sexy. Look at your lips stretched around my cock. Get it wet. That’s it. Good.”
I blinked up at him through wet lashes. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted him to be proud of me and know I’d tried my best to please him. But at the same time, my dick was desperate for relief. I wondered if I could jack myself off while sucking him.
Before I could get my own underwear off, Julian had flipped me over onto my back and yanked my shorts down. When his hot mouth engulfed my hard length, I shouted into the room. “Fucking fuck! Jules, fuck! Oh god…”
It was too good. I was a goner. His strong hand gripped one of my thighs, and his other snuck a wet finger to my hole. As soon as the combination of his mouth on my dick and his finger in my ass came together in my brain, it was over.
My entire body contracted in the split second before the orgasm hit, and then I was panting and gasping, cursing and nearly choking on my own spit. I spilled in his mouth, and he swallowed it. I couldn’t believe the sight of him there taking everything from me.
When he pulled off, he lunged forward until he was straddling my hips. His hand shuttled over his wet cock as precum dripped from the tip in a long string. After several pumps of his hand, he threw his head back and came with my name on his lips and my cum on his chin.
I reached out to run my fingers through the puddle of warm spunk on my chest. How was it that every sexual encounter with Julian was hotter than the last? It was physical and primal, with nothing held back. With Julian, I felt completely free to be myself without fear of judgment.
Julian caught his breath enough to look down at me. “How is sex with you better than the fantasy?” he murmured under his breath.
I grinned up at him. “I’m incredible in the sack.”
He blew out a laugh, and his easy grin was almost as good at relaxing me as the orgasm had been. “You aren’t lying.”
I ran my hands up and down his thighs. “Take a shower with me?”
He nodded and climbed off me before reaching out to pull me up.
When we stepped under the warm spray, Jules pulled me into his arms. “I like this.” He kissed me under the water for several long minutes until reaching for the soap. “What’d you think about sucking cock? Was it weird?”
I brushed his flaccid dick with my fingers, making it swing heavily against his leg. “It was hot. But it was way hotter when you sucked me off and…”
He pinned me with a knowing glance. “And fingered your little desperate hole?”
“Mm. Maybe. That’s kind of… something I wouldn’t mind exploring more.”
He teased me while taking charge of washing my body. I enjoyed watching while his big, capable hands moved confidently across my skin. It made me wonder what he’d been like with other guys in the past. Had he taken charge with them? Was he always bossy in bed, or was he submissive sometimes?
“You’re looking at me funny,” he said with a laugh. “Get out and grab a towel. It’s late.”
I stepped out and did as he’d said. “You seem more okay with things now. Are you feeling better about it?”
Julian nodded and stepped onto the bath mat next to me. “Yeah.” He grabbed another towel and dried himself. When we climbed back into bed and pulled the covers around us again, he faced me. While we’d shared a bed many times, it was definitely different now. There were fewer barriers between us. Julian found my hand under the covers and threaded our fingers together. “It’s weird, though, you know? Thinking about having a future together in a real relationship. There’s always been a boundary there, and now that it’s gone, I have to keep reminding myself I’m allowed to think and feel and say things I haven’t been able to before.”
I brought his hand up to press a kiss against his knuckles. “Like what?”
The telltale blotchiness spread across his neck and chest. “Like I can talk about sex things with you. It’s still a little weird.”
“Are you worried about freaking me out or scaring me off?”
“I guess so. Even though I know you’re cool with it, there’s a difference between us talking about sex as friends and talking about sex as… partners. You’ve never been uncomfortable talking about gay sex, but you have been uncomfortable with me talking about gay sex. Which means I’m used to avoiding the topic with you. It’s something I need to get over.”
I kissed his fingers again. “I’m sorry. Maybe this is the right time to admit to being obscenely possessive and jealous.”