Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Take yours out,” Matt said. He had stalled under a green light. I nodded up toward the street, and he continued to drive as I worked the zipper on my pants, making sure not to get anything caught.
Matt wasn’t the only one who’d decided to go commando today.
“God, look at how hard you are. Fuck, Jace.”
He was right. My dick rose in the air like a flag pole, pulsing with the same need that coursed through my veins. Matt left one hand on the steering wheel, and the other came to hold my hard length. The firm heat that encompassed me was all-consuming.
“You know,” Matt said, “I can make a solid joke about how I don’t drive shift right now.”
“Please don’t.”
We both laughed as Matt slowed the car down to a complete stop, parking us directly in front of my house. I looked outside, not seeing a single soul in the dark neighborhood.
Meaning no one would see me undoing my seat belt and leaning over, one hand on the base of Matt’s throbbing cock, aiming it directly at my hungry mouth.
“Oooooh shit, baby.” Matt’s words came out in a purr. I swirled my tongue across the head, tasting a blast of his sex, a salty-sweet precursor to the main course. It spurred me on. I let my jaw relax as I dropped my head further, taking him down to my throat. His hand clamped on the back of my neck and pushed down.
It had the equivalent effect of dumping gallons of gasoline onto a bonfire.
I worked to swallow him down. Saliva dripped down from his cock, from my mouth, over his tightening balls. I bobbed up and down, quickly becoming accustomed to his size. He thrust up, somehow sliding deeper. I managed to take him, getting him soaking wet as I pulled back for a breath of air. I jerked him off, all the spit allowing me to go fast. With my free hand, I worked on myself, already getting close to my climax.
Matt had that power over me. He could be standing there fully clothed, giving a time-share presentation on a janky PowerPoint, and yet I’d still be ready to blow at a moment’s notice. It was like my body had been primed to know that Matt was a guaranteed orgasm.
“Jace, fuck.” His eyes found mine in the dark shadows, a bright spark shining from behind them. I licked my lips. My dick throbbed, my heart pounded, and every cell in my body turned into a stick of dynamite, the fuses already lit. “Swallow me, baby. Take it. You’re so fucking good at sucking my cock.”
Everything around us melted away. We could have been inside a comfortable BMW right now, or we could have been sitting on the edge of an active volcano, and I wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. My world circled around Matt and Matt only. Nothing else mattered.
I took him back down my throat, working him as if it were my full-time job and I was looking for employee of the year. His thighs tensed, and his grip tightened around handfuls of my hair. The animalistic grunt that bubbled up from his chest told me he was getting close. I started jerking myself off even harder, pushing closer to the edge, closer and closer and deeper and wetter and—
“Fuck!” Matt shouted, lifting up and burying himself in my mouth as he exploded. Shot after shot hit the back of my throat, and I greedily swallowed every drop of it. The sensation of drinking everything Matt gave me was all I needed to dive off my own cliff.
Without even touching myself, my cock erupted, ropes of come hitting my stomach and going past me, onto the leather seat. Spasms rippled through my muscles, and my balls were practically back inside me as the climax unraveled me.
And then it was over, the tide receding back into the ocean.
I kept him in my mouth for a moment, taking what he had until he had nothing left. Matt squirmed and gave me a few chuckle/deep breath hybrids that told me he was blissed-out. I rose back up in my seat, wiping at my wet lips. I could still smell him around my mouth, and my cock wasn’t going down even though I’d just come buckets.
“Do you—stay over tonight?” I could barely get a cohesive sentence out.
“Yes.” Matt also seemed to be having the same trouble. His smile—so fucking genuine and hot—was the last thing I saw as he zipped up his pants and bolted out of the car, heading straight to my house.
Guess he didn’t want to give me a chance to second-guess myself.
As if I even would.
I woke up with that gray sadness that only came after letting go of a great dream. Something so vivid and bright and positive that it made the real world appear dark and dreary in comparison. I considered shutting my eyes to try and chase that cloud again. That’s when the morning brain fog cleared and I realized I wasn’t remembering a dream at all. If it were a dream, then I wouldn’t be feeling Matt’s morning wood pressing against my back, one of his heavy (and very comforting) arms thrown across me.