Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
He shuddered, and I knew it was because he was so turned on. I threaded my fingers through his hair, guided him even though he didn’t need it, while he sucked me and worked me open. My heels dug into the mattress, which was way more comfortable than mine. I liked being in Ty’s bed too much.
I didn’t need a third finger, but he gave it to me anyway, and I took it, pumping my hips and fucking his face, my gaze firmly on his the whole time. He was beautiful—beautiful and annoying as shit, but still.
“Come on, Lacrosse, fuck me. Give me your cock before I change my mind and take your ass instead.”
“Yes, sir.” He pushed up onto his knees.
My dick twitched, a little angry at me. “My cock is missing your mouth.”
“It is a great mouth, but Christ, are you ever satisfied? Fuck me, Ty. Wait, suck my dick, Ty. I can’t do everything at once.”
I hoped that for however long we lasted, things never changed between us. That everything would always be this much fun.
He suited up, rolling the condom down his erection. “I can’t wait until we can go without these, when I can watch my cum leak out of your hole instead of just pretending.”
I’d never gone raw with someone before, but I wanted it with Ty. “I’m negative, but we can still get tested to make sure, and then…”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never fucked without a rubber. Never needed that until you.”
“You say the sweetest things.” It came out playfully, but I meant the words.
I slicked up my hand, jerking myself slowly while Ty slicked up his cock too. He stood, then tugged me to the edge of the bed. “Hands and knees.”
“You forgot the magic words.”
“Hands and knees so I can dick you down and make you come?”
I smiled. “Exactly.”
I did as he said and immediately felt the head of his cock pushing at my rim. Ty was impatient for sex, for me. There was the initial pressure I was familiar with, the initial stretch as he worked his way into my body in the most delicious way.
“Yes, fuck yes. Gimme your cock.” I pressed back, and Ty snapped his hips forward, filling me the way I craved, my feelings for him circling my brain and begging to fall from my lips. I had to squeeze my mouth closed not to say them.
His hands held my hips tightly, his blunt nails digging into the skin, and we moved together, each of us meeting the other in the middle as he gave me some really fucking good dick.
“Jack yourself off. I want you to come all over the bed before I fill your ass with my load.”
My dick twitched. He was right. That was really fucking hot. My hand tightened around my erection, making the pleasure inside me ratchet up even more. I was sensitive, my satisfaction growing by the second, my cock loving the feel of my hand, and my ass head over fucking heels with the feeling of Ty inside me.
Already, the tingling started at the base of my balls. My body began to tremble, my thighs shaking. “Fuck me. Give me your load. Fill my ass the way no one ever has.”
“Oh shit.” Ty’s thrusts got messier, more erratic, just as my balls tightened and the hot spurt of cum shot from me, onto my hand and the mattress below me. Ty’s dick jerked, grew and throbbed, his hold on me tightening as he cried out and filled the condom with his release. “Shit, that was good.” He tugged off the rubber and got rid of it.
“Yeah, I know.”
We fell to the bed together, held each other, sweaty and with jizz all over me. I lay on my back, Ty on his side, looking down at me.
“You don’t always wear your rings and bracelets, but you do this necklace.” He fingered the chain around my neck.
“It was my grandpa’s. I was young when he died, but I remember it vividly. He told me I was special…that he was proud of me… He told me it was okay to be sensitive and that in a lot of ways, it was a good thing. I fucking hated that for years—that he’d called me sensitive—because it does feel like that’s a bad thing sometimes. But it is what it is, I guess.”
“It’s not bad, Brax. It’s one of my favorite things about you. It’s why I like you so much. It’s what makes me want to do better…to be more.” I groaned. “Stop. I’m serious.”
He was, and I appreciated it. “I know. I feel comfortable being that way with you.” Which was really fucking difficult to admit, but it was true.
“We’re gross.”
“Super gross,” I agreed.
“But kinda cute too.”
I grinned. “Yeah, I am.”
We laughed, and kissed, and would I ever enjoy anything as much as laughing with Ty and kissing him?