Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Did he like what he saw? Or was he indifferent?
Dominic lay a warm hand low on his back and Sam shivered, buttocks clenching and fingers curling into the fabric of his bedspread.
“Easy,” Dominic murmured, running his hand over Sam’s ass, and Sam exhaled slowly, forcing the tension out of his back and legs.
The first graze of Dominic’s lubed fingertips against his hole made Sam shake, his cock so hard it was painful. He moaned as Dominic pried his cheeks apart and rubbed lube between them. His finger caught on Sam’s hole and Sam squirmed, trying to push back against the finger, take it in.
“No patience at all,” Dominic said with a chuckle, holding Sam still with one heavy hand on his hip and sliding a finger of the other up and down along Sam’s crack, little drags over his hole that made him twitch and whine. “Fuck, you’re really into this.” There was something like fascination in Dominic’s voice.
Sam groaned into the bedspread. “Stop bloody teasing and just do it.”
Dominic, the prick, didn’t listen, rubbing at his hole, slick pressure that circled in and then fell away. It was maddening. Sam squirmed, toes curling, as Dominic continued rubbing teasingly at Sam’s hole. It was immensely frustrating.
“I fucking hate you,” Sam whined, making Dominic snort.
“I was reliably informed that you adore me.”
“I take it back,” Sam grumbled. “You’re the worst—ngghh.” Finally, Dominic pushed a finger inside him.
“There we go,” he murmured, pulling his finger back. Sam followed it with his hips and let out a gasp when Dominic’s other hand pushed him down, forcing him to be still, Sam’s cock squeezed pleasantly beneath him.
“Did I say you could move?” Dominic started fingering him gently, just one thick finger sliding in and out of Sam’s hole, and Sam panted into his folded arms, parting his thighs to try to find some leverage and make Dominic finger him harder. God, he loved this, loved the stretch, but he needed more.
“Harder,” he groaned, arching his back and trying to get some pressure on his prostate. But it was as though Dominic was avoiding it on purpose, and Sam made a frustrated sound, trembling in anticipation. Come on, come on, come on.
Dominic snorted and twisted his finger. Sam let out a long moan, shuddering with his entire body. “Fuck—more.”
This time Dominic listened, sliding his finger out and pushing in two fingers. Sam choked on a keen of pleasure, the wide stretch of Dominic’s thick fingers rubbing inside him so bloody perfectly he was on the verge of coming already. It felt so good. He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping for air. He had a flash of what he must look like, thighs straining and arms trembling and sweat beading at his temples as he fucked himself back on Dominic’s thick fingers, shameless and needy. But God, it felt so amazing that he didn’t care. He knew he was moaning and blabbering something incoherent and it took him a while to realize what he was saying. Nick, please, fuck me, put your cock in me—it’s gonna be so good—need you, need your cock in me, need you to fuck me hard.
Shit, what must Dominic be thinking? He sounded like a total slut.
A wave of mortification swept over Sam, shame mixing with pleasure, but it actually pushed him over the edge, his hole clenching on Dominic’s fingers as he came with a groan, pleasure rolling through his body.
Sam couldn’t even enjoy the afterglow, his face hot with embarrassment as the silence stretched.
Dominic pulled his fingers out carefully.
Sam bit his lip. Christ, he was so empty. Despite coming, he still felt weirdly unsatisfied, wanting more.
The silence was broken by the sound of a zipper sliding downward.
His eyes wide, Sam rolled onto his back.
Dominic had his cock out and was stroking himself, his dark eyes fixed on Sam’s splayed legs.
Sam stared at Dominic’s red, thick cock. It was hard. Dominic was hard from fingering him.
Or more likely, Dominic was hard from Sam’s shameless begging for his cock. Sam could get it, really. Although boobs and vagina did nothing for him, he could get hard watching straight porn—the act of sex, the sounds of sex, and dirty talk could be enough to turn him on a little. It was probably the same for Dominic. He shouldn’t read too much into it.
Panting, Sam said hoarsely, “I can do it. I can suck you off.”
Dominic moved his gaze to Sam’s face, still stroking himself. His lips twitched. “I don’t think you could suck a lollipop right now.”
Sam was about to object before realizing that Dominic was likely right: he was still out of breath, his heart pounding, his body boneless and heavy. If he attempted to suck a cock right now, he would likely choke, and not in the fun way.
But… he had another hole Dominic could fuck without any effort from Sam or any danger to choke him.