Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He leaned down, placing one hand on the side of my body and bending to kiss me again. I opened to him immediately, welcoming his tongue. Part of me was already getting used to this. But I also felt like I was doing everything for the first time again, hot and nervous but so stupidly turned on by every little touch.
At first I thought he just wanted to watch me jerk off, keeping his eyes on my cock. But after a moment he leaned back again, stroking himself with one hand while he used the other to explore my body. He ran his fingertips along my collarbone, then lower. I pulled in a sharp breath as he ran his hands over my nipples, teasing me before moving lower, gripping my hip.
“Fuck,” he whispered, taking his hand away briefly to run his thumb over the slit of his cock. He brought his thumb back up to my lips.
I let out a little surprised sound as I realized his thumb was slick with his precum. I gently opened my lips to him, letting my tongue slide over the slickness. It tasted totally neutral, maybe the tiniest bit salty.
“Mmm,” I hummed.
“Not so bad, huh?”
“Good, honestly.”
I sucked the tip of his thumb into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl on the pad.
“Oh God,” Sam said, his voice a little hoarse. “You are going to make me come if you keep doing things like that.”
My cock throbbed at the thought. I took my mouth away from his thumb for a moment to speak. “Come on me,” I told him. “Anywhere you want.”
He let out a shuddering breath. “Can I touch you?”
“Please,” I whispered. I was hardly aware of reality at this point, but I knew damn well that every cell of my body wanted to feel his hands on me. I let go of my cock and in another moment, felt his hand close around it. I groaned softly at his touch and he started to stroke me, gently at first, then giving me more. He knew exactly what to do, running his thumb and forefinger over the ridge, keeping me just on the edge of orgasm.
I reached up and closed my fingers around the hand he had on his own cock.
“Let me,” I said, trying to sound commanding but almost definitely sounding desperate instead.
“God, yes,” Sam said, obliging immediately and dropping his hand from his cock to let me take over. I never thought I’d be on the brink of coming just from touching another man’s cock, but here I was, completely losing it just at the idea of touching Sam.
It was plenty obvious by now that none of this was just for novelty’s sake. It wasn’t some zany experiment—it was one of the hottest things I’d ever done.
I spread my legs a little wider, involuntarily. “Fuck,” I hissed.
“What?”
“You probably need to slow down,” I uttered.
“Why?”
I pulled in air. “Because I’m going to come in about two seconds if you—”
“Oh, then I’m definitely not slowing down,” he said, leaning over to kiss me deeply, the press of his body against mine briefly stopping me from stroking his cock.
He leaned up just enough to give space so he could stroke me again, harder and faster now. He was totally in control, and I let him take it. I knew he loved every moment of it, too, looking down at me with a smile like he was well aware of exactly how much he was driving me crazy.
“Sam,” I whispered, my voice weak. Every nerve in my body was wound up like a spring and I needed release.
“Come for me,” he said, and it was all the permission I needed. I swore under my breath as my legs shuddered and I finally let go, gripping the sides of his body as he stroked me, coaxing the cum out of me. The world around me condensed into pure sensation. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d come so hard. It was a total fucking mess, covering my stomach, his hand, and shooting up onto his chest.
“Oh my God,” he murmured as it hit him, and I looked down to see his cock pulse.
“Sorry—”
“No. That is so fucking hot,” he said, immediately reaching for his cock again.
“Let me,” I said, reaching for him.
“You still want to?”
“Please,” I managed to say. I was still in a haze as I stroked him, and in the moment, nothing felt more important than making him come. Giving him exactly what he’d just given me.
“You shoot so far,” Sam said, breathing heavy. “I’ve never seen someone do that in real life.”
I let out a satisfied chuckle as I felt precum drip from his cock. “You saying I’m special?”
He bit his lower lip. “Now who’s the cocky bastard?”
“We both are.” I ran my thumb through the slickness at his tip.