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)
We ordered Chinese food and brought it to his place, a pretty two-story shingled cottage on a quiet tree-lined street. I commented on the pink hydrangea bushes framing the porch and followed him inside, cradling chow mein and chicken fried rice. He plucked the takeout bag from my hands and set it on a narrow console table under a landscape painting, shut the door, and launched himself at me.
My head hit the wall, rattling the painting as he sucked my tongue and hiked my shirt up, splaying his hands on my chest. Something inside me burst like a dam. Pent-up emotion and passion surged and spilled in a torrent of wild kisses and passionate groping.
“Upstairs,” he grunted, yanking his tee over his head as he moved ahead of me.
I followed him up the narrow stairway, along a short hall to a generous bedroom with three large windows facing the backyard. Nolan turned on a bedside lamp, dimly illuminating the queen-sized bed and the flat-screen television propped on a massive dresser on the opposite wall. A few photos broke up the otherwise spartan space.
It was very Nolan. Clean, comfy, and organized with everything you could possibly need and no extra fuss. Throw pillows and chairs that inevitably became discarded clothing deposit zones were silly distractions. I had no doubt, however, that there was an ample supply of lube and condoms, and maybe even a toy or two in the nightstand drawer.
We finished undressing, kicking off shoes, shorts, boxer briefs, and socks in record time, then fell onto his mattress in a tangle of limbs and tongues. Nolan pushed the duvet to the end of the bed and rolled on top of me, nipping my jaw as he writhed, sliding his hard cock against mine. I cupped his ass and spread my legs, pulling him as close as humanly possible. I wanted more tonight. I wanted inside him.
“Christ, I want you. I want to fuck you,” I panted.
He sat up abruptly and stared deep into my eyes. “Are you sure?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes. Very sure.”
He kissed me quickly and leaned across me to gather supplies. I panicked slightly at the thought of him handing me a condom and lube and telling me to get to it. Mechanically, I knew what went where and I was more than ready for this, but c’mon…this was Nolan.
My heartbeat sounded like a propeller plane in my ears as a barrage of foreign emotions hit out of nowhere. Excitement, nerves, fear. I loved sex, and I was fairly confident I was damned good at it, but I wanted this to be amazing. Not for me…for him.
“Hey, stay with me, baby,” he crooned, kissing a path down the middle of my torso.
He licked circles around my belly button, laved my V-line, rubbing his scruffy chin on the tip of my drooling dick. He breathed me in and glanced up to meet my gaze before taking me to the root.
“Fuck.”
Okay, this was good. Nolan was a champion cock sucker and yeah, I was new at it, but I was improving on the daily. The point was…this was familiar enough that I could relax and enjoy. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pumped my hips, fucking his mouth while he jacked himself. He licked my balls and the inside of my thigh, then pulled away to grab the lube and condom.
“Put that on,” he instructed, tossing the foil square onto my stomach.
I obeyed, my eyes fixated on him as he uncapped the lube and reached behind him.
“Wait up. I want to see.”
I pushed him off me, the way I might have when we were teens wrestling for no apparent reason. Nolan rolled to his back, lifted his legs, opening himself to me as he rubbed a lube-slicked finger over his entrance.
Gulp.
I licked my dry lips. All I could think was, I want that. That’s mine. I snatched the lube from him and poured far too much on my palm. I put some on my sheathed dick before slipping a single digit alongside his.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “That’s good. Gimme more.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, so I went with my gut. Twisting my finger inside his tight hole, studying his every sigh and facial twitch. I added a second as he pulled his away, and…a third. We stared at each other, transfixed by the surrealness of the moment. I couldn’t believe this was us. It felt so…right.
But we could do better.
“Are you ready? I’m gonna come in this fuckin’ condom if I don’t get inside you soon,” I said in a gravelly tone.
Nolan nodded. “Yeah, but you have to go slow. It’s been a while, and you’re kinda big.”
“Kinda big? I’m huge,” I bragged, hoping to add a smidge of humor and calm my frazzled nerves. My hand was shaking so hard I was going to need his help guiding me in, like a tanker truck pulling into a station.