Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“No.” Jack shook his head. “I just want this to be good.” He rubbed his lips together. “I want you to feel good doing this with me. Whatever this is doesn’t matter to me as long as you’re enjoying yourself while we do it.”
“Jack,” Gray sighed. “Jesus.” He dropped his face onto Jack’s shoulder and took deep breaths, his back moving up and down with each one. “I wish I could go back in time so I could tell you not to cling to a mistake just because you spent a long time making it.”
“You’re probably right. That relationship was a Titanic-sized sinking ship and I spent years rearranging the deck chairs.”
“Even the Titanic broke up on its way down,” Gray mumbled.
Nodding in agreement, Jack said, “I should have ended it early on and then Jaime would have been free.”
Gray raised his head, his nostrils flared and eyes narrowed. “You’re not prison.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again, his expression calmer. “I’m glad you shared all of this with me, and we should probably delve a little deeper at some point, but for now, how about we stop talking about the past and focus on the present?”
“I’d like that.” Jack curled his palm around Gray’s nape and brushed his fingertips along his hairline.
“Good,” Gray said softly. He gently pressed his lips to Jack’s and then pulled back and his expression shifted from melancholy to mischievous. “To summarize our current situation, you invited me into your bedroom for a little afternoon delight, which is pretty scandalous, Mr. Storm, and you said I can pick what’s on the menu. Is that right?”
“I like the way you phrased that.” It made Jack sound bolder and less pathetic than he felt. “You have a silver tongue as usual.”
“Funny you should bring up my tongue.” Gray slid off the bed and knelt between Jack’s knees.
“What are you doing?” Jack asked breathlessly.
“Getting into position.” Gray put a hand on each of Jack’s thighs and spread his thumbs so they dragged over his erection. “I made my selection.”
“Oh God.” Jack’s hips bucked involuntarily.
“Damn, Jack.” His attention fixed on Jack’s groin, Gray moved his hand and palmed him from balls to tip. “You’re hung.”
“I don’t…” Jack had no idea what he was saying so he stopped talking.
“I’m going to take it out, okay?” He glanced up for permission and took hold of Jack’s button with one hand and the zipper with another.
“Oh God.” Jack clutched the bedspread with both fists.
As soon as Gray spread his pants open, Jack’s erection bulged through the opening, stretching his briefs.
“Pretty sure my throat’s going to be sore tomorrow.” Gray tugged on Jack’s waistband. “Raise your butt. I want to take these off and get my mouth on you.”
Jack thrust his hips up and tried not to hyperventilate when Gray slid his pants and briefs down his legs and over his socked feet, leaving him half naked and completely exposed.
“I’m going to assume you’ve never changed in front of Thom at the gym because he would have been talking about you instead of me at dinner the other night.”
The reminder of the conversation with their friends distracted Jack just enough to help him calm down and catch his breath. Knowing Gray, that had been his intent.
Eyes on Jack’s dick, Gray murmured, “Hello, Mister Super,” and then he swiped his tongue across Jack’s glans and down his shaft.
Not knowing whether to laugh or scream, Jack settled on grasping Gray’s shoulders and moaning.
While Gray licked and sucked on Jack’s crown, he used one warm hand to gently cradle his balls and the other to pump the base of his shaft. The touches to his body were incredible, but what truly stole Jack’s breath were the noises Gray was making and the way he moved—guttural groans, whispered praise, and broken breaths married with the sight of Gray humping his hips against nothing, as if the pleasure made his body thrust on autopilot. He was clearly enjoying himself. There was no way to mistake that.
“Gray,” Jack whispered. “Thank you.” He slid one hand to the side of Gray’s neck, curling around it, and the other to his head, fingers pushing through his hair.
Kind, intelligent eyes met his. “You taste really good.” Gray closed his lips over Jack’s glans and sucked hard.
“Ah!”
“Smell amazing.” He dragged his nose down Jack’s shaft, pressed it to his balls, and inhaled. “You’re even better than in my fantasies.” Then he dropped his mouth and sucked Jack down to the root.
“How…how…Oh God!” No one had ever taken him completely.
Lips stretched, Gray looked up at him, his eyes sparkling. He slowly slid his lips up and then flicked his tongue across Jack’s slit. “You like that?”
Jack could only moan in response, but that seemed to be enough of an answer because Gray grinned and then went back to work, drawing Jack into his throat again. He would have worried he was hurting him, but despite a mouth full of cock, Gray moaned in pleasure.