Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Who’s the sweet talker now?” Shane had closed his eyes, stretching into Brandt’s touch.
“Still you.” Brandt sent Shane’s shirt to the floor before turning his attention to Shane’s belt. “Damn. Your singing tonight...”
“You liked?” Shane sucked in a breath like Brandt needed help working the buckle. Nice to see the eagerness, but Mr. Endless Patience could wait a second.
“You know I did.” Brandt kissed his mouth firmly, only pulling away when Shane tried to take over the kiss. “You’re going places, man.”
“Thanks.” Bashful eyes and soft lips, Shane looked away.
Not about to let him get away with the humble act, Brandt captured his face in his hands to gently turn him back for another kiss. “I mean it.”
And then they were kissing again and all Brandt’s resolve to not let Shane take over fled as Shane used his nimble tongue to leave Brandt moaning. Breathing hard, he pulled away before he could forget his plans.
Hell, he was so ramped up that his hands shook as he undid Shane’s belt. As he pushed the pants down, he followed their path to the floor, falling to his knees in front of Shane.
“What are you up to?” Shane tangled a hand in Brandt’s hair.
“This.” Brandt touched the tip of his tongue to Shane’s cockhead, more tease than lick. Like Shane, this was still fairly new to him, but damn did he like it. The smell. The taste. The sight of Shane’s cock, hard and flushed jutting towards him. When their positions were reversed, Shane was so good at being patient, taking it slow and letting the pleasure build.
Brandt was not.
“Fuck. Warn a guy,” Shane groaned as Brandt did what he was good at—sucking deep and fast. He loved the weight of Shane’s cock on his tongue, the way it filled his mouth and chased out all stray thoughts except for the question of how to take more. He moved his hands to Shane’s hips, fingers digging into his ass, encouraging Shane deeper.
Felt like leveling up on some video game, going hands free and letting Shane thrust while he tried to figure out the breathing part. Apparently, he wasn’t doing too badly because Shane kept groaning and cursing under his breath.
“Damn. You’re getting too good at that.” He tried to shove at Brandt’s shoulder, but Brandt wasn’t having any of that.
“You wanna get off this way and try for doubles?” He grinned up at Shane before licking up his shaft, mouth poised to go deep again.
Predictably, Shane laughed and shook his head. “Afraid I’m gonna last five seconds and not give you that pounding you’re craving?”
“Maybe.” Brandt went for honest. He’d heard enough stories of first times being over before they started, and he wanted this good for them both.
“Bast—oh.” Shane started off laughing and finished on a moan as Brandt went as deep as he possibly could, holding his breath like he was jumping off the high dive. And the rush was almost as good, Shane surging forward, him powerless to do much more than relax enough to take it without gagging. But Brandt fucking loved this, the challenge to see how long he could stave off the need to breathe while going for bonus points with some tongue action. Maybe it was his adrenaline junkie nature, but he wanted even more, wanted to see how much he could take. He used his hands to urge Shane to fuck his mouth more, entire body thrilling to his every groan and curse.
“Fuck. Brandt. Close.”
“Do it.” He pulled back only long enough to get the command out. Fuck what other people might think about swallowing. He’d always liked come, liked the look of it painting skin, liked the taste of it, and he was desperate to get Shane off, to feel him shoot in Brandt’s mouth.
Going deep and fast again, he didn’t slow down, not even when Shane started to shudder, moans becoming broken pants. Shane thrust deeper and Brandt let him, welcomed him going fast and hard especially when his cock pulsed. Once. Then again. And again, his flavor filling Brandt’s mouth. The elation that cascaded through him was almost as good as if he were the one coming. Finally, he let Shane pull back and swallowed quickly before licking his lips. Yup. He loved everything about this and couldn’t help his grin.
“Damn.” Shane flopped back on the bed. “You miscalculated. I’m dead.”
“You are not.” Brandt stretched out next to him, lightly tickling Shane’s flat stomach. “But if you’re gonna nap on me, I’ll just get busy with one of my toys...”
“Hell no.” Just like that, Shane was back awake, rolling so that he was pinning Brandt to the mattress. “Like I could sleep through that. And ever since your little show, I’ve wanted to be the one to play.”
“Have at it.” Raising his arms, he wriggled, trying to offer himself up. Shane took the hint, kissing Brandt’s jaw, then spending a lot of time torturing Brandt’s sensitive neck until he was rocking his hips. But Shane ignored his rising need, instead going even slower than usual, stroking Brandt’s arms and chest before his mouth followed suit.