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)
A part of him that would only be mine…
“So what stuff would you be interested in me doing down there?”
“I don’t know that I can take a dick, but…Ash tells me about the prostate all the time, and it’s not something I’ve ever experimented with.” He seems on the verge of looking away again but stops himself.
Just like having him naked under me like this, I love him showing me this side of him. It’s like now that I know his vulnerable side, all that he’s been through, I don’t want him holding anything back from me.
“I can try some things,” I say, “see if you like it.”
“But if you don’t want to, then that’s fine too. I don’t want you to feel like you have to because I want it—”
I kiss him to shut him the hell up, and once his lips are relaxed, I pull away and say, “No. Don’t do that. If you want to try something, promise you’ll tell me. Maybe I won’t feel comfortable, but that’s what this is all about—figuring stuff out, right?”
“Okay.”
“I love a one-word response from you, especially when you’re agreeing with me.” As he smiles, I ask, “So you want someone to explore your ass?”
His gaze wavers. “Technically…I want you to explore my ass.”
I chuckle, but I feel a burst of eagerness sweep through me. “Well, I’m honored to do the job. And do it right.”
I wait for him to roll his eyes, but his expression is serious as ever, not like he found anything funny about what I said, but like he believes me, which just means I must do everything I can not to disappoint him.
I steal another kiss, then trail some down his body until I return to his cock. I give the head a lick, making sure it’s nice and firm before pulling back and lifting his legs, displaying his ass for me, that beautiful, untouched pink hole.
“I’m gonna pretend you’ve been saving it just for me,” I whisper.
I lean down, moving close, studying that hole, familiarizing myself with it before I give it a lick, noticing the way his ass quivers, his breath hitching.
“Fuck, Ty.”
That little attention getting him going encourages me to go for it, this time more confidently, swiping my tongue, then kissing like I would his mouth, slipping my tongue inside. It’s enough to make me go feral, the way I did for his cock. I lock my arms around his thighs, burying myself against his flesh.
He gasps, and I feel my cock crimping in my underwear.
I press my tongue into him as much as I can manage, but it’s like I’m greedy to be inside him because that isn’t good enough. I pull back, wet my finger, then feel around the rim, admiring the way it twitches for me, like Lance is eagerly anticipating the pleasure I can bring him.
But there’s pressure here too. I’ve never done this with a guy. And I refuse to be a shit experience for Lance’s first time. It’s the sort of thought that reminds me how far we’ve come from straight territory, even as I’m slipping my index finger inside him.
“That good?” I ask, assessing his expression.
“That’s fine,” he says in a breath.
I take my time to slide back, enjoying the way his ass grips me, studying the way his back arches, the way his mouth hangs open as he takes it.
“Another,” he begs, so I slip my finger out, pushing my middle finger alongside it, gradually letting it open his ass even more. He’s so damn tight, the sort of tight where I can’t help but imagine how that’ll feel clutching my cock.
There’s a sting in my crotch.
“Fuck,” I grunt, adjusting my pants with my free hand.
I push deeper, feeling around for his prostate, not really sure what it’ll feel like until I reach a tender spot that makes Lance’s body spasm.
“Holy fuck,” he says, his eyes widening, and he looks down, clearly in shock by whatever that did to him.
I keep my finger in place, memorizing the sensation, trying to create a mental map so it’ll be easy to find again.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I ask, a swirl of sensation in my chest. It’s the sort of feeling I usually get from winning. Adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
I do, and I shouldn’t be as proud as I am, but I can’t help it. “This okay?” I ask, continuing to push against it.
Lance’s eyes roll back, but this time, not in that way they do sometimes when he’s annoyed.
As I continue playing with that spot, he relaxes against the bed, his abs shifting as he rocks his hips back and forth, like he needs more, so I push even harder, massaging.
“Jesus Christ, Ash wasn’t fucking kidding,” he says, and I smile at the adorable commentary.