Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I pushed my finger in, my hole opening for me, taking me in. A deep breath filled with Charlie’s musk went straight to my brain, driving me crazy. Like taking six shots of pure alcohol straight to the veins. My head was light and my body, too, my cock leaking like a spring as I jerked off and pushed in deeper.
“You don’t know how fucking sexy you look right now,” Charlie said, his words vibrating through his body. “Go, bounce on your finger, that’s it. Fuck, Austin. Look at how hard you are. Fuuuuuck me.”
I looked up at him, a lust-drunk grin on my lips. “Actually, I was thinking you could fuck me.”
He looked surprised for a second before the heat of the moment regained control. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you so bad.”
“Then get over here.” I pulled my finger out, my body practically crying out to replace the absence. Charlie grabbed the lube from the nightstand, and I lay down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it under my lower back. Charlie got onto the bed, touching my legs and looking down on me with a haze to his normally crystal-clear blue eyes. His hair was messy and chest flushed pink, and his balls hung heavy. His cock throbbed as he squirted lube onto it, spreading it over himself before bringing two slick fingers between my ass.
I’d bottomed a few times before but never for Charlie, and tonight I was determined to break that streak. I had to get him inside me, so when his fingers slid in and curled directly onto my swollen prostate, I shut my eyes and groaned, loud and uncontrolled. Precome pooled on my belly as Charlie pushed and rubbed, applying the perfect amount of pressure and filling my vision with stars.
And still. It wasn’t enough. I needed him.
All of him.
“Fuck me, Charlie. Give it to me. Please, Charlie,” I let out in a breathy moan.
Just looking at his thickness turned me into a groveling, pleading man. My hole quivered as he pulled out, the ache in my core only growing stronger by a magnitude of a thousand. Heat licked at my ribs, turning my muscles to mush, my organs to ash.
Charlie positioned himself between my legs, grabbing hold of my calves and lifting me up. He pressed his head against my entrance, the warmth of it spreading through me like gasoline poured directly into a campfire.
He pushed in, his cock opening me further than his fingers, the stretch equal parts ecstasy and sting. I breathed through it. Charlie’s hands softly trailed up my belly, rubbing over my nipples as he sunk in a little further. My cock pulsed, my body tightening around him.
“That feel okay?” Charlie asked, looking down at me as he sank in another inch.
I nodded, biting my lip, pushing past the sting and relishing in the stretch. In the sensation of being filled by this man, the love of my life, and giving him equal if not greater amounts of pleasure. I let go, giving up the control I usually held as a top, and I put all my trust in Charlie.
It opened me further, and the sting soon became wholly replaced by pure ecstasy. Charlie thrust into me, picking up his pace. I urged him for more, asking him to fuck me harder. I fisted the sheets as he stroked my cock with one hand, his eyes glued to the sight of my body swallowing him whole. I felt him push at my walls, against my guts, pressing that same swollen button over and over and over again.
My eyes rolled back. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Charlie’s words twisted into animal noises, rivaling the sound of skin slapping on skin, his balls slapping against my ass. If I still lived in my NYC apartment, neighbors would have smacked the wall by now.
“Keep going, like that, Charlie, God your dick feels so fucking good.” Each word punctuated by the sound of skin on skin.
Charlie responded by thrusting harder. I shouted, my balls tightening and my toes curled. His chest, pink with heat, shifted into an even darker red, and his grunts grew louder, thrusts more erratic.
We were both close. We’d run directly up to the edge and were about to dive off it together. Only one more, one more—fuck, just one more. My head fell back, and my eyes followed, rolling, my body tensing as I shouted, “I’m coming.”
Charlie’s hands gripped my thighs tighter, and his thrusts slowed as my cock exploded, shooting rope after rope of come. My hole twitched and spasmed with each shot. Charlie met me there, his head dropped and his body twitching as he unloaded inside me, filling me, both of us sharing a moment of ultimate release, becoming one.
His entire body shook as his orgasm subsided, just a short moment after mine. We both shared equally drunken smiles, giggling like we’d just been caught with hands in the cookie jar. His cock still plugged me as he came down for a smiling kiss. I held him there, kissing him, not able to get enough of this man. Fuck, I missed him.