Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Relax for me, Ty.” I leaned in and kissed him slowly, coaxing his tongue out with my own, and carefully pushed in the second digit.
“Don’t get used to this edging bullshit,” he grunted. “I wanna get off.”
I laughed, and the elation rose to new heights. “It’s only because I wanna enjoy the show, you impatient bastard. You’re so goddamn sexy—don’t cut this short for me.”
“Oh sure, butter me up…” He flashed me a quick smirk and stole a hard kiss. “Just keep in mind, it’s your turn after this. I can make you suffer too.”
I had no doubt.
Instead of answering, I resumed control of the situation and slowed down his movements. Our movements. If he stroked himself too fast, he wouldn’t be able to get into a good edging mood where constant pleasure mingled with the frustration, the two reactions tugging him in different directions at the same time as he got addicted to that razor-sharp balance.
It took him a couple minutes, but he got there. He shifted a little higher up so we could watch together, and he didn’t stroke himself any faster than I finger-fucked him.
The lazy kisses helped too.
I never pulled my fingers out much, just an inch or so before I slid inside again till my knuckles pressed against his ass. That was when his breathing hitched and he clenched around me. He liked that. And I hadn’t even begun massaging his prostate yet. I curled my fingers a bit and ghosted over it, building up the anticipation, and I could safely say he was sensitive there. He wanted more.
I could watch him for hours.
I practically developed tunnel vision for his cock and how the pre-come started flowing after a while.
That was my cue. The next time the pad of my middle finger brushed over his prostate, I stayed there and rubbed the spot in persistent little circles.
Ty sucked in a breath and exhaled in a loud groan.
I nipped at his jaw and flicked the tip of my tongue over the stubble. “Whenever you’re close, slow down and squeeze your cock at the base.”
“Fuckin’ terrorist,” he breathed. “God, why does it feel so damn good?”
It wasn’t half bad to put yourself through a moment’s worth of masochism if the reward was a good orgasm, prolonged by edging.
I pushed him far, and he was clearly in an experimental mood. Between messy kisses and curses, he got louder and louder, and he turned me on so goddamn much that I felt like a man possessed. His gritty groans kept me rock hard. So did the sight of his come-coated cock.
My mouth watered.
I lost track of time but sensed he was reaching his limit. He needed to get off. When he started panting, I scooted down and applied pressure to his prostate. I massaged it firmly in sensual movements and watched the primal hunger in his eyes unravel as I nudged away his hand and sucked his wet cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuck.” After hauling in a quick breath, he screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. I tightened my lips around him, swallowing the taste of him, and moaned at how fucking desperate I became. I hadn’t anticipated that for a damn second, but now I just needed.
The last thing I saw was how his abs tensed up and how he threw his head back and groaned loudly into his hands. I had no fucking words for how sexy he was when he came undone. He managed to rasp that he was coming, that he couldn’t hold off, and I already knew. I pressed down on his prostate and sucked him through every release he pumped into my mouth.
He better recover quickly because I couldn’t control myself much longer. I wasn’t picky—his hand, mouth, whatever—as long as I got off and felt him against me. His body—I couldn’t get enough of it.
Once his orgasm faded, I sucked him clean and carefully withdrew from his ass.
He shuddered violently and threw an arm over his face.
It was insanely satisfying to see him that way—and he deserved a minute’s rest. That was all I could offer. So while he waited for his heart rate to return to normal, I went to the bathroom and washed up, and even in the darkness, with only the door ajar, I saw the spark of happiness in my eyes that was utterly new. Not happiness itself, just this…new connection. New development. With Ty.
Who hadn’t moved when I got back to the living room. I grinned and kissed my way up his body.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, sweetheart.”
He huffed a chuckle and lifted his head just when I reached his face, and we met in an unhurried kiss.
“You damn near killed me.”
It was impossible to shake my smile.
He mirrored it soon enough, and his arms came around me. “My turn,” he murmured.