Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
He leans down and spits onto the head of my cock, running his hand through it, the moisture slicking across my flesh, coating me so he’s able to pick up his movements even more.
It’s definitely over for me.
“Lance, I’m about to—”
“Do it,” he says as we lock eyes once again. With his free hand, he hikes up my shirt, keeping his movements steady. I don’t see any of the doubt or uncertainty he came into this room with, only this primal part of himself committed to taking me to the end. It’s as though he’s intuited exactly what I need before I—
“Fuck, fuck…” My body erupts in a series of fits as I bash my fists against the sides of the bed, rolling my head back as the climax is so intense before I feel the warmth rush across my abs and chest. I figure that has to be the last of it, but the sensation lingers as a second burst lines my waist.
As my climax relaxes, Lance is still going, but my cock feels too sensitive, so I seize his wrist. “Ooh, ooh, no no, that’s good,” I tell him as the sensation eases up.
I catch my breath, recovering from the intensity of what he just did, accepting that there’s no fucking way any of this is simply about a fantasy. This is clearly something my body wants, and now that I’ve experienced it, maybe needs.
As I come back down from the high, I notice I still haven’t released Lance’s wrist. And he glances at my cum-soaked torso, licking his lips again before saying, “I guess we sorted that out. Maybe I should go now.”
He pulls away, pushes to his feet, and starts for the door.
What the hell?
9
Lance
I rush to the door, overwhelmed by everything that’s happened—from what I felt for Ty when I first saw his erection, to getting the idea to stroke him off, to finishing the job.
What started off as curiosity turned into a damned obsession. A mission to get to take him all the way. Reading his body and studying his cock made me feel a delicious rush.
In the moment when I was making him stiffer in my grasp, I wasn’t myself but a sex god, with total control over Ty’s pleasure. I was feral with desire, not using my head. Just acting off these innate impulses that drove me until he came all over himself.
And when I saw him soaked with his cum, all I wanted to do was lean down and take a quick lick. I nearly did until, in a moment, I was no longer hypnotized by his cock and able to regain my senses.
Even though Ty said he wanted me to jerk him off, went right along with my suggestions, I worry I pushed us too far. He wanted to experiment, maybe have me rub on him, not have me jerking him to finishing on his chest.
And oh, how he finished, the white streaks across his perfect flesh.
I’m at the door, grabbing the knob, when Ty says, “Lance, wait a minute.”
I whirl around to face him, and he isn’t wearing his shirt anymore. Guess he threw it off so he wouldn’t get it soaked in the cum that’s still over him.
My mouth waters as I study the little spots glistening on him.
Ty blinks erratically, like he’s struggling to recover from what was obviously a mind-blowing orgasm. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You?” I’m offended by the question. What could have been wrong about the way he lay there, writhing about and moaning while he let me pump one out of him? “Not at all. I just didn’t mean to make it weird and get so into it…”
“I told you I wanted you to do that, and you think you made it weird?”
He’s right, but this whole experience was like another person stepped into my body and took over. Even now as he’s acting so nice about it all, I’m waiting for him to say something like, What the hell got into you?
Instead, he says, “Seriously, are you okay?”
I’m used to Ty being cocky or a bit of an asshole, but now I’m seeing a rare expression for him—concern, for me. And I must admit, it’s nice.
“I…don’t know,” I confess.
He moves closer, and my gaze drifts across his torso, taking in the streaks of white. I lick my lips again, wondering where this impulse to run my tongue through it all is even coming from.
He rests his hand on my arm. He’s touched me before, but it’s never felt like fire grazing across my flesh.
“Lance, come on. After what we just did, pretty sure there’s not much you can’t talk to me about.”
“So you’re fine with how far it went?” I study his expression, searching for any sign of regret or discomfort.
His eyebrows shift with his smirk. “Fine isn’t really the word I’d use.” He strokes across my arm with his thumb, and my dick perks right back up. “And obviously, if you don’t want to do anything else, I get it, but I’d hate to be rude. Feel like it’s my job to make sure you get off before heading out.”