Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Jackson’s stubble rubbed against Nick’s and he gave a low, throaty moan that Nick echoed. He moved closer still, climbing awkwardly across so he could sit in Jackson’s lap. With one hand tangled in Nick’s hair, Jackson put his other hand on Nick’s arse and hauled him closer till there was no space between them.
Jackson broke away to pant in Nick’s ear. “Fuck, Nick. What the hell are we doing?”
“Snogging.” Nick drew Jackson’s mouth back to his and kissed him briefly again before pausing to mutter, “I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept.”
This time it was Jackson who reclaimed Nick’s mouth for more kissing, so Nick was satisfied that whatever the hell they were doing, Jackson was on board with it too.
Thank fuck. His dick was hard enough to crack nuts on, and he hadn’t had any sexual contact with another person for so long that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Unless Jackson actually told him in no uncertain terms that he wanted to stop, it would take an earthquake, or maybe a meteorite, to shift Nick off course now.
Reaching between them, he found a reassuring bulge in Jackson’s jeans. Relieved he wasn’t the only one who was horny, he managed to work Jackson’s fly open with one hand. “Is this okay?” he muttered between kisses.
“Yeah,” Jackson replied hoarsely, and then as Nick’s fingers curled around his dick he exclaimed, “Fuck! Your hand’s cold.”
“Sorry.” Nick laughed. “Hang on. Let’s try this instead.”
He gave Jackson one last quick kiss on the lips before sliding carefully off his lap, pausing to check there was a solid plank to crouch on. This would have been a very inopportune time to fall down the hole in the trunk. He pushed Jackson’s knees apart and freed his cock. “Sorry,” he said as Jackson yelped. “Cold hands, I know…. This’ll feel better.” He replaced his chilly fingers with his mouth, giving Jackson an experimental suck. For all his fussing about cold hands, the temperature didn’t seem to have cooled Jackson’s ardour. He was thick and hard, and felt so damn good in Nick’s mouth.
“Fuck.” Jackson slid his fingers into Nick’s hair, stroking his scalp and then gripping as Nick sucked him deep. “Oh my God… Nick.”
It was so strange hearing his best friend’s voice saying his name with that desperate needy edge to it. It probably shouldn’t have turned Nick on so much, but it did. He bobbed his head up and down, feeling Jackson start to meet his movements, thrusting up into Nick’s throat. Desperate for some relief himself now, Nick rubbed his erection through his jeans, wondering how long it would take him to come in his pants if he carried on, and how uncomfortable it would be to walk back like that if he did.
“Fuck. That’s so good. I’m not going to last much longer.”
That was fine with Nick, because then maybe Jackson would reciprocate and save his underwear from a sticky fate.
Nick gave a stifled moan of encouragement and redoubled his efforts until he was rewarded by Jackson gasping his name again. His fingers tightened in Nick’s hair and his cock pulsed, filling Nick’s mouth with come and almost choking him. He managed to wait till Jackson had finished before he pulled off and swallowed.
“God, Nick… that was… what the fuck just happened?” Jackson sounded dazed.
Desperate for his turn, Nick was already unbuttoning his jeans. “You just shot your load in the back of my throat, and I nearly shot mine in my pants.” He wrapped his hand around himself, finding his cock sticky with precome. “Any chance you want to help me out here?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Hand or mouth?”
“Mouth, but I’m not sure my legs are working. Gimme a minute.”
Nick didn’t feel as if he had a minute to spare. He pulled himself up to stand astride Jackson’s legs, hanging on tight to a couple of branches. He bent his knees slightly so his cock was level with Jackson’s mouth. “How’s this?”
“Yeah. That works.”
“Awesome. Open up then.” He bumped the tip of his cock against Jackson’s mouth. “Ohhh, fuck.” As wet warmth enveloped him he tightened his grip on the tree, praying the branches were as strong as they looked. “So good.” Tragically this was going to be over way too soon, but it had been two years since anyone had sucked him off and the sensation was just too intense. He pushed instinctively into it, rocking his hips and trying to get deeper. “Gonna come,” he muttered.
A couple more thrusts and he was there, crying out sharply as the overwhelming rush of orgasm tore through him. His legs nearly gave out, but Jackson’s hands were there on his hips to hold him steady until the wave of climax had passed.
“Christ on a bike,” Nick said weakly. He uncurled his hands from the death grip he had on the branches and let himself slide down until he was sitting in Jackson’s lap. He rested his head on Jackson’s shoulder and felt strong arms come up around him. “Fucking hell.”