Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
I feel my socks fall from my hands. He gives me a shove and I sit down hard on the bed. “That’s right,” he whispers against my mouth. “Lie back and take more of it.”
Someone’s feeling pushy tonight. It ought to annoy me, but it just doesn’t. I’m too busy lying back on the same bedspread where he made a video of coming all over himself for me.
A moment later he lowers his body onto mine, and I gasp as all that smooth skin makes contact with mine. I receive a single, dirty kiss before he slides a hand right past the elastic of my boxers, palming my cock.
I gasp into the next kiss as my toes curl.
If letting your fraternity brother touch your cock is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
“You are seriously hot, for a muscle jock,” he mutters, kissing his way down my throat. “Proof that nothing is fair.”
I gulp as his mouth crosses my collarbone and then dips lower. He strokes my cock with a firm grasp, and I’m clenching every muscle in my body, wondering what he’s going to do next.
Releasing me, he suddenly sits up and straddles my hips, his abs rippling. He’s agile, I realize. Watching him move is almost as good as letting him kiss me. He reaches down and flicks both my nipples at once.
“Ah!” The twin sparks of pain only heighten my overeager senses. “Do that again.”
He leans down and bites one instead, grinding his pelvis against mine. There’re two layers of fabric between us, but I still feel the heat of his cock as it brushes against my shaft
“Mmm,” he says, kissing his way down my chest, his fingers teasing my happy trail. “Do you want my mouth?”
“Yeah,” I rasp.
“Really? Ask me nicely.”
I groan as he tugs on my boxers. Lifting my hips, I let him slide them off me and toss them away. My leaking cock swings free and slaps me on the belly.
“Nice,” he whispers, his hands coasting lightly up my thighs. He leans down and drags his lips across my hipbone, biting me lightly on the sensitive skin just to the side of my pubes. He lifts his head and I brace for his mouth, but it doesn’t come. Only his breath grazes my cock as he teases my balls with one hand. “I didn’t hear you ask, yet,” he says sulkily. “How badly do you want this?”
Pretty badly, as it happens. “Please,” I grunt. “Suck it.”
“Concise.” He snickers. “A man of few words. Okay, Keaton Hayworth the third. You win my mouth around your dick.”
I raise my head as he takes me in hand. Yes. And I watch as that sulking mouth opens to engulf the head of my dick. At the first perfect pass of his expert tongue, I nearly shout with appreciation. But then he raises his dark eyes to mine, mouth stuffed full of me, and I have to lock the muscles in my thighs to keep from coming right then and there.
Jesus. I will not humiliate myself. Not quite yet anyway.
I sink back into the bed, willing myself to relax as he takes a deep pull of me. My hips roll because they just have to. And somehow my hand has found its way into his hair, as if having a hand on him might control the experience.
Which is ridiculous. I have never felt less in control than I do right now.
And I love that so much.
He groans and then swallows around me. I feel my cock bump the back of his throat, and my toes curl. The man is seriously good at this. My fingers tighten in his hair as he works me over with rhythmic sucks and licks.
I try to make it last, but it’s too good. Too all-encompassing. “Gotta come,” I whisper, pumping my hips again and again. “Look out.”
He only moans and then gives me a good, hard suck.
And it’s all over but the shouting. I arch my back and pour every ounce of my frustration into his willing mouth. I’m dizzy with relief as he swallows everything I give him. When I can’t take it anymore, I collapse back onto the bed again.
Jesus Christ. Maybe Annika had a point about our sex life. The music still thumps through my veins, and I’m flushed and spent and more satisfied than I can ever remember being.
Luke isn’t, though. He’s stripped off his boxer briefs and straddled my hips again. “Touch me,” he says, lifting my hand off the bed and wrapping it around his cock.
I’m barely functional, but it registers that I’m holding another man’s dick for the first time. He puts his hands down on either side of me and thrusts into my hand. Those dark eyes drink me in as he strains above me. That hot gaze alone makes my skin heat even more than it already has.