Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I latched my fingertips under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down like I was unwrapping a gift.
Ori liked to say I had a huge ego, or that he was going to somehow feed my ego—but normally, that wasn’t true at all.
Right now, though?
Right now I had a pretty big fucking ego.
Ori didn't have to have to like me to enjoy getting his dick sucked, but I definitely liked seeing how hard he was.
The hardwood floor bit against my knees as I shifted, pulling his boxer briefs off. His cock came free and I let myself really look at it, for the first time. My mouth was practically watering over another man’s cock. His tip was pink and glistening, and he was even bigger than I’d thought he’d be, not that I’d really had any clue what his cock might look like.
It was his, though. That was what I liked most about it.
I wrapped my fist around his base, getting a feel for his thickness. It was similar and different from mine, and I let myself really look at it, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip.
Ori moaned, almost inaudibly, as my lips touched the head of his cock. I let my tongue come out, lapping along the underside, and I got another moan out of him.
God, yes.
Please stay here with me.
I wasn’t going to waste any time. I knew I wanted this. Maybe for longer than I’d even admitted it.
I sank down onto his entire length, letting my mouth slide around him until I’d taken him all the way to the hilt.
“Christ, Finn,” Ori gasped, his hips bucking just slightly under me. “It’s your first time, you don’t have to take me right into your fucking throat—fuck, that feels so good—”
I pushed as far down as I could until he really did hit the back of my throat, and a string of whispered curses came out of his mouth. I lapped along him a couple of times, letting my lips get slicked with spit, feeling every ridge of him. He was moving against me now too, reaching to grip my shoulder, my hair, anything he could grab.
I hummed as I let my hand roam, cupping his balls and making him groan and arch his back. The less hesitation I had, the more Ori seemed to let himself relax.
I pulled off for a moment, keeping my fist around his cock and pumping slow, steady strokes as I looked up at Ori.
“Should have let me do this earlier.”
“For fuck’s sake, Finn, if I’d known you were so cock-hungry maybe I would have.”
Wish I’d known, too.
Wish I’d let myself want it.
With the pad of my tongue on the base of his cock, I gave him a slow, wet stripe all the way up to his tip. I loved what it did to his expression, as if he was in more and more agony with every move I made.
“Goddamn, Ori,” I muttered as I got to the top. “You mind if I…?”
I gestured to my own pants. He nodded quickly.
“If you want,” he said.
I reached down to undo my own belt and the top of my jeans. I shoved them down along with my underwear until they rested above my knees, giving myself access to grip my own cock at the same time.
Seeing Ori’s gaze land on my dick felt forbidden. I was used to hiding myself from other guys, and even when I’d changed clothes in the same room as Ori, I’d always turned the other way.
I held my cock as I looked at him, and a bead of precum slowly came out of my tip. Ori’s hand was on the edge of the bay window seat, his knuckles a little white as he gripped the edge, watching me.
I’d never seen his eyes like this, either. Half-lidded, like he was the one who was whiskey-drunk, backed up against the alcove with his skin all flushed. I leaned in again, tracing swirls along his cock with my tongue. I could grip my own cock at the same time now, squeezing hard when he gave me a good reaction. I built up a steady rhythm again, keeping him pinned down and taking him deep.
The sheer newness of everything was exciting enough on its own. But it also wasn’t just anyone’s cock in my mouth. There was Ori’s familiar vanilla-spiced scent. His voice. Even the little scar on his thigh that he’d gotten while playing in the street one day when we were both kids.
The breeze blew in from the open pane on the window behind us, and the scent of the flowers in my backyard came in with it.
I took Ori in deep again, and for a split second I gagged just a little, trying to push it too far too fast.