Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
We panted as I rested my hand on his neck, enjoying the closeness I had been truly longing for all this time.
The way the heat rushed to my face and my body spasmed, I knew where I was heading. “Kyle…”
“Give it to me, James. I’ll come with you. Come on.”
He leaned back. Our gazes locked, and it was too much for me. I shot, and as I did, I felt the cum on my chest. As I glanced down, I realized it wasn’t mine, but his that was shooting up across me.
He slid his thumb through his mess and raised it to my mouth, stuck his thumb in, and I licked it right up, moaning as he leaned down and mashed our mouths together.
As we came crashing down from the experience we’d caved to, the guilt, the fears, the worries all returned in an instant. So I kept kissing him, each one dulling my awareness of the reminders of the world we really lived in.
Along with my fears of the natural consequences, I had this horrible feeling in my gut that Kyle would leave me there, covered in our cum, soiled in our sins, and head off, having gotten all he’d really wanted. I thought he might grab his clothes and leave, but he lay on top of me, keeping close, his nose pressed against my cheek, his breath still hitting my skin, making it tingle.
Sweat and cum glued us together as he ran his nose up to meet mine and kissed me some more. I relaxed into his lips, cupping his face in my hands, enjoying the sensation of threading my fingers through the short sides of his hair. I slid my hands down his neck, around his shoulders, down to his sides, feeling his back muscles.
I only wanted a little longer to pretend this was all there was in the world.
Every sweep of his tongue made it that much easier to imagine. It was strange how we could share the same act over and over, and yet it felt different every time. There was something gentler, even more passionate in his movements, unlike the excitement, the rush we’d experienced as we scrambled out of our clothes, forced our bodies together again and again. There was such calm, as though each of us just wanted to stay in this sacred space and appreciate the beauty of all we shared.
He pulled back and gazed into my eyes, a softness in his expression unlike any I’d seen in it before. It was a rare vulnerability for the man who so rarely showed any.
He chuckled, and it caught me by surprise. “What is it?”
“Just a crazy turn of events to my day, is all. Why did you ask it like that? Why do you look so concerned now?”
“I thought I might have done something stupid or ridiculous. I was nervous that I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Everything we just did is the opposite of stupid or ridiculous. Definitely far better than anything I imagined it would be. And trust me, Mr. Warner, I had very high expectations.” He leaned closer as he said those words before granting me another kiss.
“Can you just call me James now?” I asked between kisses.
He purred. “But it’s so much more sexy to call you Mr. Warner, isn’t it?” He wasn’t wrong. In fact, something about the more problematic aspect of our relationship was enticing, but only when I divorced it from the very real issues it could present in my life.
“Sorry. I’ll call you James if that’s what you’d rather. No need to make this more uncomfortable than it already is.”
“I’m very comfortable right now.”
“I think it might be more comfortable if I get you to a bed instead of having to lie on this desk.”
“Yeah, could be more comfortable.”
He grinned. “You have to be a good boy and help me clean up this mess first.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant until he moved down and licked up some of the cum on my chest, but he didn’t make it quick or stop. He pulled it into his mouth and continued licking and sucking, then moved to the bit above my navel, doing the same with it. He lapped some off the head of my dick before licking his way up my body, over the ridges of my abs.
A few soft kisses traced across my jaw, his lips nearing mine. I opened my mouth as he gave me the taste of us before his lips slammed down and we shared it, licking and sweeping tongues together, each of us swallowing what we could of ourselves. A droplet slipped out through a crack in our kiss, and we both fought to get to it first, chuckling at our greediness.
“You need to learn to share,” he said, which made me laugh too.