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)
“Let’s go.”
He pushed off, leaving me lying down on the couch with a stiff cock and a pounding pulse. He held out a hand, smiling, lips wet and shorts bulging with his thickness. The jukebox continued to play as we walked past it, Jason leading the way to his bedroom. It took quite a bit of self-control to not just drop his shorts right in the hall and eat his ass like it was my final meal.
Inside his room, I had him lie down on the bed, both of us stripping completely naked. I turned the light on, wanting to see him in explicit detail. He was fucking perfect, no other way to describe it: from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, just fucking perfect. He lay back with his legs up on the bed, one hand on his tight stomach and the other massaging his balls. His colorful half-sleeve tattoo looked like it’d been inked by Picasso himself. He had a patch of light chest hair that spread out over his muscular pecs.
I started there, climbing onto the bed and fitting between his legs so that our cocks rubbed together. His nipple was already pebbled as I sucked it between my teeth, licking and nipping. He squirmed underneath me, his body reacting to every flick of my tongue. My cock pulsed against his, the room beginning to fill with the heat that rolled off our bodies.
“God, I missed this so much, Jace. So fucking much.”
I sucked his other nipple in my mouth, closing my eyes as he grabbed the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
“I did too… oh fuck, that feels so good. Matt, I don’t ever want to be apart from you again. Ever.”
“And you won’t be.” I whispered it against his neck, reaching down and grabbing both our dicks in my hand. He groaned and dropped his head on the pillow as I started to jerk us off. My brain started to haywire at the sensation, feeling only half of my hand when it expected the whole thing. I pressed the heads of our cocks together and rubbed my palm over them, precome wetting my skin.
I got out from between his legs and tapped on the mattress. The soft white sheets still smelled like lavender from the laundry. “Turn over, baby.”
He did as I asked, turning so that his ass was in the air, ready for me. I kissed his thighs first, positioning myself half off the bed so that I could get the best angle. I reached his balls, hanging tight against him, and I kissed those too. Licking between him, sucking on the flesh between his sac and his thigh. Licking my way up, tracing the line of his ass and digging in.
His body quivered as my tongue explored him, lapping at his hole. I spread his cheeks and spit, making him even wetter than before. It dripped down his ass, falling onto the bed and creating a dark spot. I went back to eating his ass, spurred on by the primal moans that grew louder and louder. I didn’t even need to do anything else except eat him out, I was already that close to coming. Giving Jason this much pleasure, feeling him writhe underneath me, all because of my tongue against his hole—my cock throbbed and leaked a river of come, messing the sheets up even further. It wasn’t an orgasm, though.
“Shit, Jace,” I said, kissing his cheek. “You just made me come without actually coming.”
“I gave you a phan-come?”
“A what?” I asked, lifting my face from his ass.
“A phantom come. I just made it up—I don’t fucking know. Keep eating my ass.”
He dropped his head and started to laugh, which made me do the same, my laughter slightly muffled by my face being buried in his ass.
That continued on for what felt like a delicious eternity. Jason melted underneath me, turning into a puddle of muscle and flushed skin. With his hole soaking wet, I came up for air and replaced my tongue with a finger.
This time I slid right in, finding zero resistance, the tight ring of muscle opening for me, his body hungry for mine.
Jason ground his hips against the bed, asking me to go deeper. His channel contracted around me, the heat becoming an all-consuming force. I became hypnotized by the sight of my finger sinking deeper and deeper.
My core tightened, wound up like a spring ready to snap. My cock twitched in the air, a puddle of come still soaking through the sheets underneath me. I added another finger, this one stretching him, using both to prod at the innermost parts of him. His loud moans confirmed to me what his body was already saying; he wanted more than just my fingers.