Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“God, this feels so right,” I said, resting my head on Matt’s shoulder, pushing my body closer against his. I could feel his chest rising and falling with mine. “I never want to let you go.”
“Then don’t,” he said, holding me even tighter. A hug that threatened to unravel me right there and then.
More kisses, slower this time. Softer. The jukebox played the next song, but it went unnoticed by either of us. All I could focus on was the growing heat that entered into my veins, rolling off Matt as our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. I kissed his neck, rubbed his back. The clean scent of fresh laundry with a hint of man filled my nose. I nipped at his skin, and something twitched between us. He was getting hard again, and so was I.
I did nothing to hide it, unashamed of the way Matt made me feel.
He reached down and rubbed, holding me in his grip. His eyes narrowed as his smirk twisted into a devilish little grin. “Besides, I don’t think I can ever let go of this cock. Fucking hell, Jason, you’re so hard.”
“I didn’t want to be left out,” I teased, grabbing him in my hand and stroking.
The flip had been switched. The dam was broken. The horny pigs had flown the coop.
Our lips locked as our bodies twisted, pushed, rubbed. We stumbled backward, falling onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and dick. I laid him down and got between his legs, still kissing him as I rubbed myself on him, the few layers of clothes doing nothing to stop the pleasure that coursed through me.
I wanted him. All of him. No more wasting time or playing games.
It took him mere seconds to pull his shorts off, his hard cock flopping out and hitting his belly with a loud and meaty thud. I found myself salivating at the full-course meal presented to me, sitting back so I could admire the sight.
Matt lay there, legs up, his heavy balls hanging low. A dark and well-trimmed crown of hair covered the base of his dick, a trail of it leading upward toward his belly button. His steel-hard length twitched up, as if it were begging me to suck on it. Precome already leaked from the tip as Matt put both hands behind his head, opening his legs even wider.
He was so fucking sexy, so fucking perfect, such a fucking man.
And he was—officially—all fucking mine.
26
MATTHEW HALE
Jason’s eyes closed as he took me in his mouth, a subtle smile appearing on those pillow-soft lips. I moaned and spread my legs a little more, giving him all the room he needed to devour me. My body was his, to lick and suck and kiss and fuck, anything he wanted, anything at all. I was his.
He started slow, sucking the head of my cock, swirling his tongue around my tip.
There was a sensuality to the way Jason worked me. He took his time, appreciating every inch of me. It was hypnotizing, watching him swallow me down halfway before slowly coming up, licking his lips and stroking me so that my entire cock was slick with his spit. And then he went again, stretching his jaw open as he swallowed more of me this time. I gave a soft thrust, feeling myself lose control to the inferno that licked at my ribs, dancing around my spine. He moaned and took what I gave him, arching his back so that his ass stuck up in the air.
Such a perfect fucking ass.
With my cock still balls-deep in Jason’s throat, I leaned forward and reached a hand under his shorts, grabbing a handful of ass and squeezing. He arched even more, giving me an invitation to explore.
“You have such a nice ass, fuuuck.” I pressed two of my fingers down, between the firm globes of muscle. He moaned around my cock as I found his hole, rubbing the sensitive spot, feeling as Jason relaxed and opened for me.
He pulled off my cock and groaned as I pushed in. He needed some moisture, though, and I was more than happy to supply it. I collected some spit and brought my fingers to my mouth. Jason’s sucked in a sharp breath as I pushed my wet finger into him, finding only some resistance as Jason got adjusted.
“It’s so tight, Jace. That’s it, push back on my finger. You like that, don’t you?”
“Mhmm.” He was gripping the couch now as he pushed back, his hole wrapping around my finger. It was an intense and delicious heat that made me immediately want to replace my finger with my cock.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
He looked up at me with sex-drunk eyes, smiling as I fingered him under his shorts. His long lashes fluttered, and his gaze contrasted with the puppy-dog look he’d usually give me.