Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“This is weird.”
“The chair?” Denver moved a hand from me to the arm of the chair, squeezing as if testing the strength of the structure.
“The position.” I yanked his hand back to where he’d had it, resting against my stomach. He tried to move to give me more room in the chair, but I hooked a leg around his to prevent him from going anywhere. “No, don’t move. I meant it’s weird how much I like this.”
Denver chuckled and held me closer. “You’re funny. You’re completely cool with how much you love sucking cock and getting rimmed, but you’re all shy about a little cuddling.”
“Is that what this is?” I couldn’t say as I had a ton of experience with cuddling, certainly not with another guy.
“For starters.” Giving me an exaggerated leer, Denver pulled me in for a fast kiss. Or rather, he tried to make it fast, but I wouldn’t let him escape, deepening the kiss until he gave in with a groan. So far, he’d kissed me in a number of circumstances—sexy, friendly, comforting. However, this was the first I could say was sweet. Like a perfect slice of birthday cake, sweet with a depth of emotion as opposed to other sweets like a candy bar in the checkout line.
I might not be well-versed in the rules of flings and hookups, but I was fairly certain I wasn’t supposed to be feeling half the things Denver inspired in me. But hell if I was going to let him go. I kissed him with fierce intensity, grateful when he responded in kind. He sucked hard on my tongue, and I shivered. He gathered me against his chest, and my shudder turned into a happy sigh.
“Okay, maybe this is more nice than weird.” I offered him a dopey smile.
“Nice?” He chuckled before nipping at my neck. “I think we can do better than nice.”
Denver kissed my neck with delicious thoroughness, finding every last nerve ending from below my ear to my Adam’s apple to the line where my neck and shoulder met. I moved restlessly in his lap, both loving the position and also desperate for some friction for my aching cock. Denver swept his hands up and down my sides, but the light touches were far from enough.
“Damn. I need…”
“Straddle me.” Denver’s tone didn’t offer room for objections, and I scrambled around, more concerned with meeting his order than any awkwardness. I shifted until my knees were on either side of him, and we could kiss face to face, bare chests rubbing together. Straddling him made it easier to rock against him, absorbing all his strength and solidness. But with each kiss and touch, my body heated further. I broke away with a groan.
“More.”
Denver slumped farther in the chair, creating space between us. “Take my dick out.”
“Are we gonna fuck?” My voice was more hopeful than nervous. With each encounter, I trusted Denver more and wanted everything he had to offer.
“Nah.” Denver laughed. “That’s the one activity that might benefit from showering first.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Hygiene. I should have thought of that, but this was all so new.
“But I’ve got you.” Denver captured my hands and led them to his fly. His dick was as rock hard as mine, eager to escape the confines of his zipper, and its heavy length fell into my grasp as soon as I worked his zipper down. “Jack me.”
Denver didn’t have to ask me twice. I loved how he felt in my hand, weighty, substantial yet delicate, with soft skin and a perfectly round cockhead.
“I like touching you.” I stroked his chest with my free hand, enjoying the faint rasp of fuzz.
“You’ll like this even better.” Denver winked at me before gesturing at my shorts. “Get your cock out too.”
I liked how he ordered me instead of simply doing it himself. Felt sexier, somehow, him merely lounging there while I stroked each of us, one in each hand. I pushed any thoughts of our difference in size out of my head. Not everyone could be porn-star big like Denver, and given our height difference, my cock was…proportionate. And Denver seemed to like it fine, gaze riveted on my fist, watching my cock slide in and out.
“Try both of us together.” Denver made it more demand than suggestion which meant my cock pulsed that much harder. I hurried to comply, shifting so our cocks aligned. Took me a few tries to figure out a good angle and grip.
“Ungh.” I made a noise halfway between pleasure and discomfort. The press of his cock against mine was almost too much friction. But then Denver revealed a lube packet from his pocket and drizzled it over my fist.
“You travel with lube?” I watched the lube drip over both of our cocks.
“You don’t?” Denver laughed. “No, not usually. Figured it might pay to be prepared tonight.”