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 suppose if he has no experience, it makes sense that he’d want to do it someplace more comfortable, with all the facilities, so I sit up and stroke his thigh. “I didn’t mean now.” Though I did.
He sighs, and I think I’ve calmed this moody beast. “…Okay. I wanna cool off, let’s go swimming.”
Clyde turns around, giving me the perfect view of his muscular back and the dimpled ass I can’t have. But we’ll get there. I’m sure we will.
“Wait for me,” I shout, rising from the blanket. My cock’s half-hard, but we have time, and I’m not afraid of a bit of cold water.
The first step in is like breaking through ice, and it takes all of my willpower not to shudder. Clyde is already halfway in and meets my gaze as he dips the rest of his body into the lake with an exhilarated yelp. In the bright sun, I can see the distorted image of his naked body quite clearly, and it distracts me so much that I don’t notice danger until Clyde sends a cool shower my way. Droplets hit my bare skin like shards of glass, and I stiffen, letting out an involuntary shriek.
“This one’s for stabbing me!” Clyde yells and laughs about it like it’s nothing when he sends another damn wave at me. I twist my toes in the sand at the bottom, but there is no dignified way to deal with this attack, so I let myself fall into the water. For a moment, every single muscle in my body—yes, even my sphincter—cramps in response to the sudden change in temperature, but as I emerge, the air feels balmy in comparison, and I dash at my foe, knocking him off his feet.
Clyde yelps a short, “Fuck!” before his head is underwater in a cloud of bubbles.
He pulls on my leg and I slip, falling back into the lake with my heart pounding. This is nothing like the fights we’ve had before. It’s not life and death, there’s no honor at stake, and no real damage will be done. We’re like two pups splashing around and biting each other’s ears.
I’m so… happy. As if there’s no world beyond this bubble of a clean lake on a sunny day. My belly is full, I’ve had some damn good whiskey, and now I’m fucking around in the water with a beautiful naked guy who wants me.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I’m panting by the time I end up on my knees in the shallow water, and Clyde’s pumping his fist in the air about being the winner.
He strokes my head with a smirk. “Maybe you wanna stay there?” he asks and steps closer. His meaning becomes clear when I realize I’m face-to-dick with him, and I scramble to my feet, even though he has a real nice cock.
I grab his hips and grind them against me, trying to avert my thoughts from the sudden tension in my gut. The idea of a dick down my throat still has very little appeal to me, but I brush it off and lean down to rub my tongue against his puckered nipple.
Clyde laughs and throws his strong arms around my shoulders. “That tickles! What? You don’t want a taste?”
It is a fair question, even though I’d rather ignore it. “Nah, I’m not really into that,” I say and give his buttock a playful squeeze as we stand in knee-deep water, rubbing one another’s damp skin as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
It feels normal.
Clyde pets my head. He seems to really like that, but as the silence prolongs, I do worry my answer might cause an argument. Then again, if he can have boundaries and deny me stuff, I’m pretty sure I’m allowed preferences too.
He kisses the side of my head, then brushes his lips over my scarred ear. “Can I go down on you again? I… really liked it.”
Oh fuck.
Goddamn it.
He doesn’t just want to come. He liked giving me head so much he wants to service me again. For his own pleasure.
I thought I was aroused before, but I get lightheaded as all the blood my body has to spare shoots to my dick.
“I—can’t imagine myself ever saying no when you ask that question,” I mumble.
And not only does he drop to his knees in the water, he does it with a smile. I’m inclined to think that maybe he is a fucking angel. Maybe someone else set a bomb in our warehouse. Maybe it was that other guy who’s gotten into countless fights with me and my brothers. Maybe he wasn’t the one who set our club-owned shop on fire.
Some wet hair sticks to his face, but he doesn’t even care to push it away, too eager to give the tip of my cockhead a kiss, then a lick, and goddamn, his mouth feels like absolute heaven on my cold skin. I accept its invitation and move up the plush carpet of his tongue, into the mind-numbing heat that’s both soft, and wet, and absolutely fucking perfect.