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)
The way he’s drinking me in, I can only imagine how the women he’s been with have felt when he’s set that look on them. I check the bulge in my pants, which is fucking straining, because I don’t know if I’ve ever been so swollen in these jeans before. Part of me thinks I should bolt while I have the chance. But with everything that’s happened, and how hard I am right now, I’m too curious to deny myself this.
“But,” he adds, “if you’ve changed your mind, that’s totally fine too. I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll understand—”
“No, it’s fine.”
“Only fine?” His smirk shifts into a grin.
Given everything that’s happened, it shouldn’t shock me that he’d want to do this too, but my mind can’t accept that he’s anything other than my straight rival Ty, even with all the facts I have that tell me that can’t be right.
He runs his hand down my arm, caressing until his touch breaks away from my skin and gravitates to my crotch. He applies gentle pressure, and my cock pulses with the sensation as he moves even closer.
The twist of his lips as he rubs along my shaft sends a burst of excitement pulsing through me. “Mmmm…you like that?”
“Clearly.”
“Then I bet you’ll really like this…” His touch abandons my cock while he unfastens my belt, then unzips my fly, sliding his hand beneath my trunks, gripping my cock.
A rush shoots up my spine, goose bumps pricking across my arms as he gets hold of me, his eyes meeting mine as he offers that first stroke. My mouth falls open as waves of sensation pulse through me before he strokes back up and there’s another wave. He moves slowly at first, like I did when I was trying to get a feel for what I was doing.
“You did a really good job with my cock, so I feel like I have my work cut out for me.”
He offers another sweeping movement, running the full length of my shaft, and I tremble from the excitement it stirs.
He chuckles. “That’s what you like, isn’t it? I like it more toward the head, but you like feeling it all the way to the base, don’t you?”
He’s not wrong. It’s something I had to work out while I was jerking him off, studying his expressions and the way his breath hitched. Now he’s doing the same to me.
He leans closer, whispering in my ear, “Uh-huh. Think I’m right.”
The way his breath hits my flesh is too much for me, and I roll my head back, embracing the sensation.
“Fuck.” I moan.
“Oh, you like that too?” he asks, guiding me until my back’s against the door. He firms his grip on me as he whispers, “Dirty Lance learning a lot of new things about himself too today, isn’t he?” His lips graze my earlobe while he continues working my cock, the pressure in me intensifying quickly. “Showing me things about me, and now it’s my turn.” He stops stroking for a moment, and my body goes into panic mode as I search around to figure out what he’s doing before he runs his hand through the cum on his torso.
“You want a taste?”
I feel so transparent. Like he’s reading my goddamn mind, and I don’t even have a problem with it because he can’t know how bad I want to taste him right now.
He raises his fingers to my lips. “Go ahead. Take it, Stud.”
I lean forward, running my tongue on the bottom of his fingers, but as the taste hits, I move forward and take his fingers into my mouth, sucking gently. My chest swells with excitement as swirls of sensation spiral through my body.
How could such a simple act get me so worked up?
While I finish sucking up his cum, he spits in his free hand before wrapping it around my cock. Keeping his fingers in my mouth, I moan.
“Yeah, you really had a good trick up your sleeve there. Had to steal it.”
His slippery palm moves faster, up and down, driving me wild as I keep sucking on his fingers even though I’ve lapped up every bit of cum.
“I think you’re getting close,” he says as my ass clenches from all the pressure, moving toward the urgency until he moves close to my ear again. “Come on, Lance, give it to me. Let’s see what your load looks like.”
And with those words, it’s over for me as my body erupts in a fit. I press my hands tight against the door behind me as the pressure finally releases.
Ty snickers. “Fuck, that’s it,” he says, and once I manage to open my eyes, I see him watching my cock, surely as fascinated by seeing me come as I was with him.
I pant, trying to catch my breath as Ty’s gaze meets mine.