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)
I laugh, but even as he smiles, there’s something else in his expression too. Something feels off. Or maybe it’s just in my head.
He glances around before giving a subtle head tilt to follow him, and I do. He leads me into the house, like when we were at Beta Pi, and then into a room, closing the door behind us.
He looks unsettled, agitated. Has something changed? Is he more nervous about this than he let on when I saw him at his job?
As he nears, he studies me in a way that assures me that whatever the hell I thought he might have been questioning isn’t the case.
“So…” I drag out.
“You trying to make it awkward?”
“Isn’t it already?”
He slides his hand over my crotch, rubbing his palm against my cock, which is already hardening. His forehead creases. “Stud, you’re not getting turned on by me doing this now, are you?” he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “All worked up now that you know what I can do to that cock?”
His words ignite something deep within me, and I’m shocked to find he’s gotten me even harder.
His gaze locks with mine briefly before wandering, and again, I’m caught off guard. Something’s up for sure.
But he pushes me back toward the wall and starts unfastening my belt and fly.
“Ty, I—”
“I swear, you keep on like this, I’m gonna make you shut up.”
As he gets my pants and trunks down, he grips my cock, stroking in that familiar way that I can tell my body’s missed the past few days. My nerves burst with excitement, and I struggle to think straight as it courses through me. But again, there’s something in Ty’s expression… He looks distracted, in a way that’s unsettling.
“Are you sure everything’s—”
“I warned you,” he says, dropping to his knees. He pushes against my thighs, practically scooting my feet across the floor until my back’s against the wall.
I can barely think straight even before he slides his tongue across my cock. “Holy fuck,” I mutter.
What the hell is he doing? How did we go from jerking each other off to him already putting his tongue on my cock?
As he leans away, he grins like he’s proud of himself for the effect he just had on me, the concern in his expression gone, like this has distracted him from whatever was on his mind. So I keep my question to myself, either because I selfishly want what he’s doing, or because I’m happy for my dick to be the reason he’s distracted. Maybe both. There will be other opportunities to ask, and now that he’s had a taste of my dick, I’m curious to see what he’ll do next.
He grips my cock firmly, offering another lick just under the head. Shivers rush through me, and he snickers. For a moment I wonder if he’s laughing at me, like when he’s pulled a prank on Alpha Theta Mu. Has this all been some epic Sigma Alpha prank? But then he runs his tongue from the head of my cock to the base of my shaft.
“Ty, fuck.” I relax against the wall as he continues exploring me in slow, slick movements.
“I love how your body gets all twitchy when I do it,” he says, his hot breath slamming against my wet flesh, and there’s a wave of heat around the head before I feel his mouth slide around it.
This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. In my wildest fantasy, this is still some messed-up prank, but now Ty’s definitely taken it too far.
He pulls off my cock, leaving me wet with saliva and aching for more. “How’s that?”
“You aren’t seriously asking that question right now.”
“Come on. I need a little validation. I like to be encouraged.”
“Ty, I’m sure you’re just as good with this as you are with pleasing a woman.”
He winces. “I didn’t want you to lie about it. I haven’t had practice with this. But I guess that’s what I’m doing now.” He flashes a quick smile before opening his mouth and sliding back over my cock, taking me deep.
In all the times I’ve seen those lips, I never considered the pleasure they could give me, never could have imagined how they’d feel clamping around me, stroking back and forth.
He gradually picks up his pace, like he’s taking me for a test drive. Sucking, his tongue shifting about it, it’s clear he’s experimenting, exploring his own capabilities. And he’s reading me well too because when he pulls back to the head and sweeps his tongue around it, a moan pushes past my lips. He grips my cock, stroking as he continues working his mouth around the head.
It’s no wonder the guy’s so good with girls. Like that first experience, he’s clearly good at picking up what feels good and when I’m most turned on. Although, with how hard I am right now, he’d have to be pretty oblivious not to catch on.