Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I reluctantly let go of his balls just to get my hand back on his cock. It pulses in my grip as I jerk him at the same furious pace I stroke myself at. My face is on fire, shivers go down my spine every time he strokes my hair, and his moans are my new addiction. I sense he’s struggling not to pump his hips at my face in the little jerks he makes, and I appreciate that. I doubt my throat is ready to get rubbed raw when I’m only getting to grips with my gag reflex. But Road being a gentleman in bed? When I leave the shed, there’ll be pigs flying instead of birds.
“Fuck, your mouth was fucking made for this,” Road says, still watching me, still rubbing my skin, as if he can’t get enough of my touch. The wooden floor is hard under my knees, the scent of damp wood hangs in the air, but none of that matters now. Everything’s so perfect it’s easy to forget we shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be meeting in secret at all.
He was right though. He’s the only one I can do this with, because he’s in the same boat. Wondering too much about it is impossible with his cock twitching in my mouth. I’m hypnotized by the rhythm in which I bob my head on his cock while jerking off.
I take my hand off his meat to stroke the inside of his thigh instead. Fucking steel. I want him naked. Not right now, because I’m almost there, but when we’re done. At this point, any sense of shame has drifted away, consumed by desire. I’m not embarrassed that he sees me like this—on my knees, masturbating with his cock in my mouth as far as it can go.
No, I want him to watch me.
I paw at his thigh, elated, aroused, and barely lucid.
My orgasm comes like a smack in the face with electricity. Lightning seems to travel from my tonsils to my dick, and I moan as I rock my hips, spilling my cum all over the floor. His fingers tighten in my hair, making my scalp itch pleasantly, but then they’re on my shoulders, digging into flesh.
“Coming,” he rasps, and when I tighten my lips around his shaft, thirsty for my first taste of cum, it floods my mouth so fast some of it rolls down the shaft before I can swallow. It’s sticky, warm, and salty—I shouldn’t find it tasty, but knowing that I’m drinking down the contents of Road’s balls has me trembling as my climax is over, leaving behind exhaustion.
I pray, for his sake, that he doesn’t say anything stupid right now, or I might just kill him.
I spend a bit more time with Road’s cock in my mouth but once it’s soft, I drop it and stretch my body. For a while, we both catch our breaths. I even rest my cheek against his thigh, fantasizing about how good his dick tasted, and the sounds he made when he came. I rub some of the cum that’s dripped onto my hand into the coarse hair on his lower stomach.
This post-orgasmic glow feels like a decade of frustration dropped from my shoulders. I’m still a bit hazy when I get up and shamelessly straddle his lap without as much as adjusting my jeans. I wanna touch more of him. I take a deep breath and rest against Road, arms around his shoulders, cheek against his buzz cut. He doesn’t hesitate for a moment and throws his arms around me, resting.
“Liked that?” he eventually asks, pulling on my shoulder, so my head rests on the edge of his arm, letting him see my face.
I stroke the top of his head. “You have such a good dick,” I say, because it’s true. Not gonna be coy about it. “You?” I ask, hoping it doesn’t come off as needy. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Of course he liked it. He’s had his dick sucked by a member of the opposing MC. I frown at my own thoughts.
Road chuckles, grinning at me until I’m ready to defend my honor and punch him in the face once he, inevitably, says something offensive. But he nods and kisses my forehead. “Was it your first?”
I’m so stunned by this little expression of affection, I’m not sure what to do with myself. He has a nice smile. Not mean at all.
“Well… yeah.” Though his question is making me wonder what his experiences are. What do I do though? Just chat to him about it like we’re buddies? I don’t want him to leave yet. “So… you could stay a bit. I could probably go again in a while. If you have time.”
The burn scar on Road’s face stretches when he sniggers at me. “No other plans yet. I could stay,” he says noncommittally, but let’s face it, why would he reject the offer of more sex, when he has nothing better to do? He’s already betraying his club by being here with me. Might as well go all-out.