Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Roe took it slow at first, sliding his dick in, then pulling it out, gently using Holden’s mouth, and Holden let him set the pace. “I thought about this, the first time I saw you. What it would be like to see that sexy fucking mouth of yours around my dick. Didn’t think it would ever happen, but here you are, right where I want you.”
Holden’s prick twitched again. Goddamn, it got him off hearing Roe talk to him that way. But it was time for him to lead the show. He’d promised Roe a spectacular blowjob, and he damn sure planned to deliver.
He pulled off, lapped his tongue at Roe’s heavy sac. He stroked Roe, sucked on his balls, buried his nose in the thick fur at his groin, and breathed in the earthy, musky scent of him. It went straight to his head, making him dizzy with lust.
“Fuck…suck me. Need your mouth on me.”
Holden was happy to oblige. He took Roe deep, all the way to the back of his throat, swallowing around him. He worked Roe fast, bobbing his head, adding his hand to the mix.
Roe held the sides of his head, mumbled gibberish with the occasional curse. Holden wanted him to remember this blowjob forever, wanted him to think back on that time Holden had given him head in the field and blush remembering it.
When Roe began to use his throat, thrust and fuck into Holden’s mouth, he let his hands slide around, let his fingers tease the seam of Roe’s ass. Roe immediately spread his legs, let Holden slip his finger inside his crack, and Holden rubbed his hole while Roe fucked his face.
His own cock was leaking, balls heavy with his load, as it bobbed each time Holden moved. His eyes started to water slightly as Roe rammed his throat. He looked up, saw Roe’s eyes angled down at him, questioning, Too much?
He gave Roe a look he hoped said, Not enough, and Roe growled in response.
Holden kept circling his hole with one finger, and used his other hand to stroke his own shaft. It was dry and not entirely comfortable, but he needed friction and wasn’t about to stop Roe to get saliva.
He wanted Roe to take his pleasure from him, to cry out so the sound echoed around them.
And by the increased jerky movements of Roe’s hips, Holden could tell he was close. His hand tightened in Holden’s hair. “Fuck…wanna see it on your face,” Roe gritted out, and while Holden would be happy to eat his cum, this was hot too.
He pulled back, and Roe took over stroking himself. His head dropped back, gaze toward the blue sky, the corded muscles in his body constricting even more. Then he looked down just in time to see the first spurt land on Holden’s cheek. The second on his lips, the third across his nose.
“Christ, that’s so hot. Come. Wanna see you come too,” Roe said as he kept stroking, milking as much jizz from himself as he could.
Holden leaned forward, licked the tip of Roe’s dick, then his own lips, wanting the bitter taste of Roe’s pleasure on his tongue. He swiped at the cum on his cheek, used it for lube, and began jacking himself again. It wasn’t long before his balls drew tight and he came, shooting all over his hand and on the ground in front of him.
Roe looked down at him with tenderness in his eyes. He cupped Holden’s cheek, collected more of the liquid there, and licked it off his own finger. “You’ve officially wrecked me. Melted my damn brain.”
Holden smiled. “Mission accomplished.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Monroe
Roe watched as Holden leaned in, kissed the tip of his cock, then pulled his briefs and jeans up, tucking Roe inside them. His pulse raced, his chest suddenly feeling full. Why that simple action affected him so much, he couldn’t say, but it made him feel…cared for. Like Holden wanted to do small things to make Roe comfortable, or help him out, or hell, just to touch him. Roe had always been fonder of what were perceived as small gestures over big moments. They came more naturally, were less thought out, and in turn, had a deeper effect on him.
“What?” Holden asked as he stood, pulling up his own underwear and jeans. “You look like you’re thinking hard.”
“Nothin’,” he lied, pulled Holden close, and took his mouth again. He liked kissing this man too much. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Even though he’d asked, he automatically followed Roe as if the destination really didn’t matter.
“Swimming.”
“Let’s do it, then.”
It was ridiculous, and maybe a sign that he was getting in over his head, but Roe loved that Holden didn’t ask about towels or clothes. That he was just up for anything.
They made their way through the field, then through the trees, leaves and twigs crunching beneath their shoes.