Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Moving lower, I nuzzled his balls, savored the smell of his skin, and felt his coarse pubes rub my chin.
I heard the groan in the very back of his throat as he screwed his eyes shut. “You gonna suck me already?”
“So impatient.” I dragged his pants down to his knees to give me unfettered access.
“Of course I am. In case you didn’t notice, you’re kill—”
To shut him up, I licked his cock lengthwise, starting at the base and flicking out my tongue when I reached the crown.
“Fuck,” he bit out as I circled the underside, his fingers grappling against my shoulders.
But it wasn’t until I opened my lips and felt them stretch around his plump shaft that I heard the satisfaction in his groan.
I shut out all the noises and concentrated on the sensations I was feeling in that moment. His velvety skin as I laved his length, the taste of his precome on the roof of my mouth… I felt compelled to give him this, to show him how good it could be. Not that he’d never had blowjobs before, but for some reason, I needed him to know I was the best he’d ever had.
Even though this was only another one-off.
Yeah, confusing.
I didn’t know how many minutes passed as my tongue bathed him with my slick saliva. My jaw was aching, my knees were sore, but hearing him lose his shit was worth it. I’d had to shush him a couple of times in case someone heard us.
“Fuck, okay.” Bones wound his fingers in my hair—tentatively at first, then burrowing deeper. “Can’t help it. So good.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head because I fucking loved hearing it, loved that I was driving him to the brink.
He gripped a fistful of hair as he rocked against me, and my scalp smarted. “I need to come so bad, but I also don’t want to because it feels amazing.”
“Give it to me.” I licked around his crown. “Fuck my mouth.”
His eyes blazed as he fisted his bulging cock and eagerly fed it to my lips. My hands gripped his thighs as he began thrusting into my mouth. My lips tunneled down his shaft, my tongue working a vein as he squarely hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex almost kicked in as his hips began pumping in earnest, his dick stretching my mouth wide.
Another second more and his back bowed, a strangled groan burst from his lips, and his jizz coated the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I gulped him down, my own cock stiff as hell. I’d have to handle that later.
Bones swayed against the locker, his fingers still gripping my skull. His cock jerked as he finished and softened in my mouth, completely spent.
I released my grip and gazed up at him as Bones slid his hands from my hair.
He blinked and stared down at me as if awakening from a dream.
“Are your knees okay?” He tugged on my arm, helping me stand.
“Who knew you were such a caretaker?” I smirked. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“All right, good.” He looked momentarily uncertain, then asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Fucking hell, this guy.
“That’s probably not a good idea if this is only a hookup.”
He frowned. “Yeah, okay.”
He looked so defeated that I grabbed his face and planted one on him anyway. He moaned against my mouth, no doubt tasting himself on me. And obviously enjoying it, or maybe just enjoying kissing, who knew. He sure was surprising me.
12
BONES
The following morning, I was sitting outside during a free period with Henners, Lark, Flash, and a couple of cheerleaders, including Melanie.
I was still reeling from what had happened in the locker room with Emil. I didn’t know what I would’ve done if someone had walked in on us, but I’d been so far gone I wouldn’t have even minded.
When I spotted him walking with Leah and Justin, I couldn’t draw my eyes away.
I took a moment to look at Emil. Really look at him. His skinny jeans, graphic tee that read Dance Is Life, his lean body, and tight muscles. And those lips. The same lips that wrapped around my cock so expertly. It wasn’t that I’d never gotten a blowjob before, but it felt different with him. Except, other than him being a guy, I couldn’t put my finger on why.
Emil was hot…and pretty. Christ, what was I saying? I’d thought of women as pretty before, never a guy. But Emil was pure, unassuming attractiveness. And he didn’t even realize it was rolling off him in waves.
Why hadn’t I seen it before? From his long eyelashes to his pouty lips. The way his cheeks turned pink even while wearing that smirk.
Damn, I wanted him. In every way.
What would my parents or my teammates think? They came around with Henners and Lark, so it would likely be a nonissue. So why did my skin feel so tight?