Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Show-off,” he muttered.
Dustin hummed happily around his cock, getting his tongue in on the action. Clearly, this was a guy who’d paid attention to every good blow job he’d ever received, setting a slow but steady rhythm with hard suction and little rubs and flicks of his tongue. He used his fist to keep Wes from going too deep, but the tight, sure grip just added to the ripples of pleasure spreading up Wes’s spine.
“That’s it. Feels so good,” he groaned, unable to hold the praise back.
“I love this,” Dustin pulled back long enough to report.
And I love you too, you gorgeous loon. Wes laughed to keep the words and emotion at bay. “Thought you might.”
“And what? No pointers? I’m disappointed.” Dustin licked up the underside of Wes’s shaft, making him shiver.
Wes let his hand come to rest on the back of Dustin’s head. “Going for extra credit, huh? Want me to thrust?”
“Fuck yeah.” Dustin’s eagerness was downright adorable.
“Relax your jaw more and watch the teeth, and try to move as I do.” Wes rocked his ass, a slow thrust into the waiting heat of Dustin’s mouth. Second thrust and Dustin caught on, sucking hard on the retreat, following him back up. “That’s it. Perfect.”
Wes wasn’t as vocal as Dustin in bed, but he couldn’t keep the groans and gasps in as they found a perfect rhythm, Dustin moaning around his cock every time Wes got louder. “Can you come this way?” he pulled back to ask. “Tell me what to do to make that happen.”
Wes swallowed hard. He probably could get off this way—Dustin’s mouth was hot and willing and knowing it was Dustin’s first time was a turn-on in and of itself. But a different need had taken hold, a deeper craving, one he wasn’t sure he could give voice to, but he also wasn’t sure he could walk away without having it.
“Yeah?” Dustin prompted as Wes struggled to find the words.
Now or never. And it was the never that gave him pause. Can’t have that. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
Dustin’s eyes went wide. “Seriously? You don’t have to—”
Wes growled. He was not working so hard to get the request out just to have Dustin talk him out of it. “Do it. You still have stuff, right?”
“Yeah.” As always, Dustin took the order well, scrambling to get a condom and lube from the nightstand. Supplies in hand, he knelt over Wes, looking down with a serious, unreadable expression on his face. “How do I make this good for you? Tell me. I want it right.”
Wes exhaled, a shaky sound somewhere between a laugh and cry. It was that earnestness that told him that he’d made the right choice, asking for this. They both needed this, and he wanted to give this—no, share this with Dustin in the worst way.
“Gimme.” He motioned at the lube. Another time—please God, let there be another time—he’d talk Dustin through fingering, but now he was impatient, not really in the mood for lengthy prep and play, more about getting Dustin inside him as fast as he could. He might not be as into ass play as much as Dustin, but he knew how to lube and stretch himself efficiently.
“Fuck. That’s like first-class live action porn right there. Gonna get me off.” Dustin’s face was full of need. He had the condom on, hand idly stroking himself as he watched Wes.
“Better not,” Wes warned, withdrawing his fingers.
“How do...what position?” Dustin’s forehead wrinkled. Ordinarily, Wes would flip, but here, he wanted everything, wanted to watch Dustin’s face the whole time, wanted to see him go.
He grabbed Dustin’s spare pillow, shoved it under his ass. “Like this. And I’m not gonna break, but slow to start is good.”
“Slow. Got it.” Dustin’s face was slack with naked hunger as he pushed back one of Wes’s legs, exposing him, a sensation Wes usually disliked, but here all he felt was relief—relief that he was here, that they were doing this, that if nothing else they got to share this.
Dustin entered him slowly, but steadily—a quiet build of pressure as Wes’s body struggled to accommodate the intrusion. “That’s it,” he encouraged.
“Oh fuck. Wes.” Dustin’s voice broke as Wes’s body got its act together and let him slide past the tight ring of muscle.
“Not too fast,” Wes reminded him even as he thrilled to watch Dustin struggle to keep control.
“Trying,” Dustin groaned. “Christ. You’re tight. Feels so good.”
Wes heard from other guys that getting fucked lit them up, better than a blow job and birthday party rolled together, but he’d never quite had that experience. It felt good, no question, but it also put him on an emotional edge he was never exactly sure he liked.
But with Dustin that edge took on a new dimension, a raw connection that part of him wanted to get lost in, tumble into it, never come back out. Physically, it was the same—insistent pressure, intense stretch, little glances of pleasure when Dustin connected with his gland, but emotionally, this was a far different beast than he’d ever encountered.