Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“I want to touch you. Can I?” Nolan asked.
My throat contracted like a boa constrictor digesting a large animal. “Fuck, yes.”
Nolan’s breath ghosted my lips as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of my shorts and boxer briefs, slowly lowering them over my ass. He wrapped his hand around my length, his gaze fixed on mine. “This okay?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” I choked out.
He brushed his thumb over the wide mushroom head, once…twice. His careful movement made me wonder if he thought I’d change my mind. That wasn’t going to happen. Not now. I tugged at his belt, unbuckling and unzipping in a blur. My hands shook as I pushed his khakis and boxers out of the way, freeing his cock so fast that it swayed between us like a flagpole.
We stood toe-to-toe with our dicks out, bathed in summer sun. I noted golden strands in his brown hair and the way the afternoon light surrounded him like a halo, highlighting his chiseled cheekbones. Nolan had always been a handsome guy, but he looked positively stunning…even in his current disheveled state. Comparatively speaking, I was big and clumsy. But damn, I was eager.
I licked my lips greedily and reached out to trace the prominent vein along his rigid pole. He hissed at the contact, groaning aloud when I closed my fist. I matched him stroke for stroke, tangling our tongues…sweet and slow. He picked up the tempo, jacking me in quick, short pulls that sent shivers along my spine. I broke the kiss to watch him, mesmerized by his every little move—his hooded eyelids, his teeth puncturing his bottom lip, and his talented hand working magic below.
He released me, then licked his palms, and took us both in hand.
“How about this? Still okay?” he asked, stroking us in a tight grip.
“Oh, fuck…yeah.” Incredible.
I leaned against the railing and closed my hands over his, guiding them up and down our shafts. I was on fire from head to toe. And when the languid, steady slide gave way to something more urgent, I grabbed his ass cheeks, pumping my hips in a wordless request for more.
Nolan let go instead.
He pushed his khakis out of the way and dropped to his knees, glancing up at me as he swallowed me whole.
Christ, I’d never seen anything hotter in my life.
Nolan bobbed his head, sucking and licking me into a frenzy. I ran my fingers through his hair and gave in to the urge to move my hips…just a little.
Something told me he liked being on his knees for me. He liked teasing me and he probably liked fooling me into thinking I was running the show here. No, no. This was all Nolan. He controlled the rhythm and the pace. He moved faster now, working me over like a suction cup and twirling his tongue around my tip.
I watched my cock slide in and out of his mouth, noting his long eyelashes, his full lips, and the humming sound he made when he came up for air before diving in for more.
I’d been on the receiving end of some pretty amazing blowjobs, so I could safely report that he was a little too good at this. I rocked forward, pulling his hair and fucking his mouth. My eyeballs almost rolled into my skull when he splayed his hand on my inner thigh and deep-throated me. And when he teased my crease with his thumb as he sucked, that was it.
I pushed his forehead and tried to form words that sounded like pure gibberish.
“Give it to me. Come on. I want it,” he growled in a low, fierce voice I’d never heard him use in my life.
“Fuck.”
I came like a rocket launching into space. I swore I saw stars and white light as I unloaded my balls down Nolan’s throat. Holy fucking fuck. I blinked and gasped in a mixture of amazement and disbelief.
Was this actually happening? Yeah, that was Nolan, all right. And that was my spent cock in his mouth.
He milked every drop out of me, burying his face in my crotch for a beat, then leaned back on his heels to finish himself off. His fist flew as he tugged furiously, shooting ribbons of cum on his chest and the hem of his unbuttoned shirt.
Nolan closed his eyes briefly, tilting his chin skyward. “Wow.”
That was one way to put it.
I helped him to his feet and pulled up my shorts, gesturing to the jizz on his belly.
“You made a mess, Moore. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Yeah.” Nolan wrinkled his nose and followed me inside.
“Want a beer?” I asked, tossing him the tee I’d left on the entry table and heading into the kitchen.
“Just water, please. Um…do you want me to wash this or—”
“No.” I grabbed my shirt, aka cum rag, and dropped it on the ground. Maybe no one was good at awkward post-BJ chats, but I was especially terrible at them.