Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He casts his gaze toward the door. “What if Kael comes home and thinks—”
“He normally stays at Angelica’s.”
His shoulders relax as he unbuttons his jeans and takes them off. “Maybe you missed your calling,” he murmurs as I encourage him to lie on his back so I can work on the front of him.
“Maybe I did if you like this so much.”
I’m working on his shoulders and biceps when I notice his nipples are hard and so is his dick. I’m turning him on, and there’s something heady about that. Or maybe it’s just a physical reaction to having someone’s hands on you, but still.
His stomach trembles as I feather my hands down his smooth chest, then scoot to the edge of the mattress to more comfortably reach his thighs.
When he shuts his eyes and moans, my own cock fills with blood.
“God, thanks for this.”
I swallow roughly. “We’re still at the end of our date, right?”
“Uh-huh, sure.” He opens an eye to look at me. “Why?”
“Because I want… Can I…” Unable to get the words out, I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs instead. “Can I touch you again?”
He trembles. “Fucking hell, do you really think I’m gonna say no?”
My fingers are shaking as I tug his underwear down, but I keep going. When his full, flushed cock bounces against his stomach, I’m mesmerized by it. I wasn’t able to get a close-up view before, and now…now, I just want to take it all in. Not just his dick. Everything.
“Are you okay?” Dex’s fingers touch my wrist. “It’s totally cool to change your mind.”
“No! I’m just admiring you…your body.”
Dex’s pupils are wide and glassy, and I don’t know why he seems speechless, but I suppose I am too. Touching my best friend freely like this is surreal.
Before I can overthink it, my hands get to work. I lift myself higher to reach the parts of Dex I didn’t have an opportunity to, from his throat to his heels.
Dex breathes heavily and shivers when I impulsively lean over and lash my tongue against a nipple. “Holy shit.”
“I’ve never… I always wanted to do that.” My skin tingles. “Does it feel good?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Gaining more confidence, I suck each nipple into my mouth, savoring his salty, spicy scent and loving his reaction. How his hands fist and he groans like he’s about to crawl out of his skin. Moving lower, my tongue brushes over his stomach, and I watch in fascination as it quivers.
Resting on my heels, I carefully fist his cock, which is red-tipped and needing attention. I marvel at the silky and solid feel of him in my hand. He shudders when I start jerking him, sloppily at first, until I find a rhythm.
Having the urge to get closer, I keep pumping his cock while I lean forward, first kissing his thigh, then burying my nose in his wiry hair. “You have a nice smell too. It’s not apricots…more like a rich, spicy scent.”
“You’re killing me, Austin.”
I shiver at the sound of his husky voice.
When I kiss his hip bone and belly, I feel his shaft brush against my cheek. I turn my head and do what feels natural. I lick his glans. Just one swipe, and he completely melts into the sheets with a groan.
“Feel okay?”
“Amazing. But you don’t have to—”
“Shut it. Let me make you feel good.”
“I should be making you feel good. I’m the one who canceled our date.”
“It’s obviously not canceled ‘cause here we are.” I meet his gaze. “And I want this.”
That settled, I lean over and lick the entire length of his dick, taste his musk, savor his silky skin and the noises I’m dragging out of him. It’s enough to keep my fantasies alive for months.
I circle around the crown and then take the head into my mouth to test out how it feels between my lips. As it stretches my mouth and I use my tongue to lick and circle, it slowly dawns on me that I have Dex’s cock in my mouth. My best friend, Dex. But somehow, it feels right. And if it’s not, then it will be. It has to be.
“Fuck.” Dex gasps, his fingers winding in my hair. “You’re gonna make me lose my load.”
“Good.” I look at him sharply. “You need the release.”
I take him back into my mouth, slowly, deliberately, savoring every single inch until his shaft reaches the back of my throat. It feels too big, too much. My eyes start watering and I gag, completely mortified.
His fingers find mine. “Take your time. Anything you do feels good.”
My second go is a bit less sloppy, and soon enough, I’m getting the hang of it. And enjoying myself in the process, even if my jaw is beginning to ache. But I don’t want to stop for anything. This is what I’ve been missing. This feeling of being with a guy who appreciates me and my effort. Even if it’s amateurish.