Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Damned if I didn’t have to bite down on the inside of my cheeks to keep from smiling. “You can try kissing me, but I won’t let you.”
He grinned as if he liked that answer. I was pretty sure I liked him trying, even if only to be able to tell him to fuck off each time.
I used his distraction to grab ahold of him. He wasn’t a small guy—we were similar in height and frame—so it wasn’t easy. He fought back, the two of us wrestling as I led him past the couch and toward my bed.
He tackled me to the mattress, my dick twitching as it filled with even more blood. I liked that, liked it when he manhandled me, but sure as shit wasn’t going to let him get the upper hand.
I flipped us, Parrish bucking beneath me. I held his wrists, not letting him free, but then he leaned forward and tried to capture my mouth again, which made me let go. I pushed him down, licked his pebbled nipple while we moved together, our cocks thrusting against one another.
“That feels good,” he breathed out, and it really did.
My hand wrapped around our dicks as best it could. We were too thick for me to hold them properly, but just feeling his hot, hard length against mine made my world spin.
“You’re trembling,” Parrish said in a voice that almost sounded sweet…but that wasn’t all. It almost sounded like it was mixed with a little bit of awe.
He was right too, I was trembling, my whole body raw and vibrating out of my skin. We hadn’t even done anything yet, but somehow it still felt like it was too much. I smelled sweat on his skin, tasted the salt of his body on my tongue. The feel of his pulsing, thick cock against mine, and his body beneath me, were like sensory overload. I hadn’t felt this much in years, maybe never, and while it was overwhelming, I still craved more. It was fucked up how lack of intimacy for years could affect you, and I was feeling it now.
“Jesus, Riv, c’mere. Just let me suck you off for tonight. You need to come. We can play this game another day.”
Damned if I didn’t need that, need something. I hated myself for letting him flip us so I was on my back, legs hanging over the side of the mattress.
Parrish steered clear of my mouth, but he did kiss his way down my chest, and I let him. He took a moment to lash his tongue over each of my nipples before continuing his journey down. When he got to my cock, he cupped my balls, the simple contact making me arch forward.
“It’s an even better dick than I imagined.” The moment the words left him, Parrish lowered his hot, wet mouth around my shaft.
“Fuck!” I thrust up and into him.
Parrish gagged but took it. When he didn’t tell me to stop, I did it again and again and again, sinking myself into his throat, using him, but strangely, it also felt like giving something to him too. This moment wasn’t one we should be sharing, but we were, and I didn’t regret it, at least not yet.
“Suck my dick!” I said when he pulled off. Parrish just laughed, his mouth heading south, where he laved and sucked my balls. He burrowed his face in there, taking in the scent of me like he needed to breathe me in to survive.
“You smell good. Like musk and sex.”
“Suck me.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“No.” I shook my head, but the word please sat at the tip of my tongue, wanting to fall.
“You’re right. I won’t do that to you this time. Next time all bets are off.”
“There won’t be a next time,” I promised, then cried out when he took me into his mouth again. Parrish used his hand to stroke me while he bobbed up and down on my erection. My body was already tingling, each second that went by the feeling multiplying by hundreds, then thousands, then millions.
The ignition at the base of my spine shot fireworks through me, colors dancing behind my closed eyelids as I bucked between his lips, balls drawn up, cum filling his mouth in pulse after pulse that Parrish continued to swallow down.
When he’d wrung me dry, I melted into the bed, body limp and unable to move. The mattress dipped, and I managed to force my eyes open to see Parrish kneeling beside me, head dropped back, the corded muscles of his neck on display while he fiercely worked his hand up and down his shaft. Just before he came he looked down at me, our gazes holding while he shot his release all over my stomach and spent cock.
“That’s not happening again,” I managed to say.