Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“You’re a good dancer.” Carefully avoiding the table, he executed a deft spin. Another song started, but I didn’t pull away. Across the room, the dogs snored in time to the music, and the scene was so cozy I had to close my eyes.
“Thanks. I guess I forgot how much I like slow dancing.” I leaned into Magnus, enjoying the heft of his shoulder under my palm, the closeness of our bodies, the scent of his spicy aftershave, and the sweetness of the song flowing through us as we danced. “Especially like this, not in a noisy club or dim bar.”
“Agreed.” Magnus leaned in for a soft kiss, achingly tender, and we forgot all about dancing in short order. He tasted earthy and also like expensive wine, the contrast oddly seductive. I deepened the kiss, wanting to savor more of him. We easily shifted from him leading to me, and unexpected power thrummed through me.
Another few kisses and one of us would likely drag the other up to the loft, but I had another agenda and steered him toward the loveseat.
“Now what are you on about?” Taking a seat in the center of the small couch, Magnus gazed up at me through heavily hooded eyes, like he didn’t know perfectly well even before I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“You won’t let me do dishes, so I’ll have to get creative. Show my appreciation…in other ways.”
“Please do.” He made a go-ahead gesture before leaning back, making it easier for me to undo his belt.
And oh, this was something else I’d forgotten how much I loved until Magnus came along. Quickie oral had been one of our go-to things over the past few months, but I wanted something more epic, as befitted such a perfect evening. I made a show out of slowly drawing out his thick cock, jacking him with my hand before delicately tracing the length with the very tip of my tongue. Shifting, he shimmied out of his pants so I had more room to play.
We’d done this enough that I knew perfectly well how to get him off in short order, but I teased and experimented as if it were the first time all over again. The weight of cock on my tongue and the way his girth provided a nice stretch to my jaw never failed to turn me on like crazy, more so going slow like this. And I discovered a few new things as a result, like that the base of Magnus’s cock was extra sensitive, especially the thinner skin where it met his heavy balls. I teased those lightly too, little kisses and flicks of my tongue before carefully sucking one into my mouth.
“Oh damn, Eric.” Magnus groaned, a shudder racing through him. “Let a guy breathe.”
“Sorry?” I released his ball with a lewd plop.
“Don’t you dare apologize.” He shot me a stern glare. “More. Please.”
I took that as an invitation to get serious about paying attention to his balls, so I sucked one and then the other, using my tongue to elicit deep moans while jacking his cock with a spit-slick hand.
“Fuck.” Magnus’s thighs trembled under my palms. He tipped his head back against the loveseat as his cock pulsed even harder in my grip. “You better decide in a hurry where you want me to come.”
He likely meant to decide whether I wanted to swallow or take things upstairs and finish with fucking or frot. But rather than the mouth or ass dilemma, my brain kept flashing to a particularly filthy image. His cock was right at eye-level, and I couldn’t help imagining my face dripping with his come.
“On me.”
“Yeah?” Magnus’s eyes flashed dark and lusty. “Open wide. Get me closer with your mouth first.” He took over jacking himself, rubbing his cockhead on my lips, dipping into my hungry mouth, then retreating. I resumed licking his balls, but with two free hands, I couldn’t resist pulling out my cock, matching his strokes. “Oh, that’s it. Touch yourself.”
Magnus gazed down at me, voice full of approval. I hadn’t needed permission, but my pulse sped up at his words nonetheless. Magnus moaned again as I redoubled my licking efforts on his balls. “You like the thought of me coming on your pretty face?”
“Yes.” I gave a shaky groan. “Please.”
“Oh fuck. You’re the sexiest fucking picture, so eager.” He pulled back from fucking my mouth to jack his cock as I continued to lick and tease his balls. “Look up at me. Yeah, that’s it. Close your eyes.”
I released the fuzzy ball I’d been working on, lips still tingling from his hair as I tipped my head expectantly up at him. Even without being able to see him, the sound of his fist slapping against his cock was enough to have me stroking my own cock fast and furious.