Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
After a while, I sat up with the intention of shifting positions and going right back to it, but he pounced on me and pushed me onto my back. It felt incredible as he licked and kissed his way down my neck, chest, and stomach, the scrape of his short beard adding to the sensation.
It was impressive when he deep-throated my cock. My last coherent thought was, “Wow, he really made that look easy.” Then most of my higher brain functions cut out.
The blow job that followed almost killed me.
Sure, I’d had my cock sucked before, but this time was completely different. The fact that it involved a gorgeous guy, combined with Lucky’s astonishing skills, put it in a class by itself. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch what was happening, and what I saw was so sexy that I muttered, “Fucking hell.”
Hearing that made him look up at me. He was kneeling between my spread legs with his dark hair flipped over to one side, bracing himself with his hands on my thighs. He held my gaze as he dragged his mouth and lips up my shaft, then plunged all the way to the base again.
Then he sped up, sucking me harder and faster as waves of pleasure radiated through me. The need to come built and built, and he held me there for a few moments, right at the brink. Just my tip was in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue around it while I squirmed and moaned. “Please,” I begged, desperate for release. “Please, Elian.”
He started sucking me again, and a minute later my orgasm tore me apart. I started yelling, almost sobbing, while the world went blurry and my body thrashed and bucked. I shot like I hadn’t come in a year. It just went on and on, and by the time it finally ended, I was totally destroyed.
Lucky shifted around so he was stretched out beside me, and I curled into him as I gasped for air. When I could finally speak, I rasped, “So, that’s a blow job.” My voice sounded scratchy after all that yelling, and I couldn’t quite keep my eyes open.
He’d been rubbing my back, and his hand stilled as he said, “Don’t tell me that was your first.”
“I’ve had things calling themselves blow jobs before. I’ve never had that.”
He chuckled and pulled the fuzzy blanket over both of us before resuming my backrub. After a moment, he told me, “I didn’t expect to hear my name. Why’d you reach for Elian, and not Lucky?”
“Lucky’s the name of a three-legged dog you adopt from the pound. Elian’s the name of the sweetest, most gorgeous man I’ve ever met, who gives blow jobs like a porn star.” My words started to slur. This whole staying awake thing really wasn’t working out.
He whispered, “Go to sleep, Logan. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“No. You haven’t come yet. Blue balls, not cool…” Was I still forming sentences?
The last thing I remembered him saying was, “I’ll be fine.”
When I awoke sometime later, I was still on the couch and wrapped in the blanket. Soft music was playing, and the lights were low. It took me a moment, but I figured out that warm, flannel-covered thing my head was resting on was Lucky’s thigh, and he was absently stroking my hair.
I shifted a bit and looked up at him. He was reading something and wearing glasses with flattering dark frames. As soon as he felt me move, he set the tablet aside and smiled at me as he said, “Hey there. I was beginning to wonder if you’d sleep through the night.”
When I sat up, the blanket pooled in my lap. I was still naked, while he’d put on pajama pants. “What time is it?”
“Close to one a.m.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry I fell asleep. You’d made such an effort, too, with the games and snacks and everything.”
The charcuterie board and drinks had been cleared away, and the game boxes were in a neat stack on the table, beside a neatly folded pile of my clothes. I pulled on my briefs and T-shirt, then picked up my phone to request a Lyft. I thought it was too late to drag Lark out of the house to come get me.
When he saw what I was doing, Lucky asked, “Why don’t you spend the night? I’ll make you a nice breakfast in the morning.”
“I wish I could, but I need to get home.” When I saw how long a car would take, I swore under my breath. People were probably starting to leave the bars, and apparently they were all using the same app.
“Forget about the app,” Lucky said, as he got up. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
“I’m sorry to put you out like that. I should have just brought my car.”