Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“You’re smart, Maloney. You’ll think of something.”
He didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, yanked my sweats and boxer briefs out of the way, and did his best impression of a Hoover.
Over the past month or so, blowjobs had been on the menu almost daily. We’d become experts at reading each other. Malcolm knew what I liked, and he got me closer to the finish line faster than anyone ever had. But I didn’t want to come yet, and I didn’t think he wanted that either.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his head away. His saliva-slicked lips rested on the tip of my cock, his eyes wide behind his glasses.
“Should we bring the cookies to the bedroom?”
I barked a laugh and helped him to his feet. “No cookies, just you and me.”
We undressed in our usual flurry, leaving clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs to my room and falling into bed in a tangle of limbs with our mouths fused. We were both hard and leaking precum, and the slide of our dicks was heaven. For the record, we came like this all the damn time, pressed together, panting and swaying as we licked, sucked, and nipped.
I loved the smell and taste and feel of him in my arms, but I wanted everything. I wanted inside.
And no, ass play wasn’t a new development, but the most I’d done was tap Malcolm’s hole with the pad of my thumb, teasing his pucker while I played with his balls. He’d liked it, though. If I hadn’t been so strung out every time we ended up here, I might have pushed for more. I hadn’t wanted to hurt him or take what he wasn’t ready to give. We had to be on the same page.
Tonight, we were.
Or…wait.
Malcolm sat up abruptly, heaving as he squirmed out of my reach. “Halt. We need to have a discussion.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now. I just want you to know that I’ve done this before…had anal intercourse, I mean. I’m not inexperienced, and there’s no need to treat me with kid gloves,” he said in a rush.
“Uh…okay.”
“I like all positions, however, my favorite is missionary followed by doggy style.”
“Doggy style?” I repeated, willing the brain fog to fade so I could keep up with the conversation.
“The one where one partner is on the bed or floor or on horizontal surface really and the other takes him from—”
“I know what it is. Thanks. Anything else?”
“Three more things: One, I was recently tested and my results were negative for all STDs, etcetera. I know you’ve also been tested, so as long as I’m your only sexual partner, we can opt to not use a condom. Am I your only sexual partner?” Malcolm quirked a cautious smile. “That’s a side question. Two, I don’t mind it rough, but don’t choke me. I was with someone who attempted that and I panicked, pushed him off, and kicked him in the balls. It was a bad date. He was a colleague, and our paths crossed frequently. We can put that on the list of awkward things I’ve done. Lastly, I can take up to three fingers without batting an eyelash.”
I gripped my cock, stroking absently as lust warred with humor. “Okay…good. No condom, no choking, three fingers, and yes…you’re the only one I’ve been with in months.”
I almost told him that I had no desire for anyone but him…that I’d been to parties and had received a few offers for a good time. I’d had no interest at all. Why would I? I had Malcolm in my bed and—
“Phew. Oh, I like rimming too,” he added, adjusting his glasses. “Giving and receiving.”
Holy shit.
“Excellent,” I commented in a shockingly even tone, still jerking my pole. “I have a question for you.”
“What is it?”
“Do you trust me?”
Malcolm scoffed. “Of course, I do.”
“Good. I want you on your hands and knees. Show me that hole, baby.”
He obeyed while I fumbled for the bottle of lube I kept in the nightstand. I set it on the mattress and scooted behind him, taking in the incredible view. Malcolm was on the thin side, but his ass was a perfect bubble butt. I wanted to squeeze his cheeks, pinch them, pull them apart and lick him.
So I did.
He moaned, dropping his face onto the pillow. I reached between his spread legs to jack him as I flattened my tongue over his entrance…again and again. I poked the tip inside, flicking it. And that was when he started begging.
“More, more, more.”
I pushed a finger in, grazing his prostate. His knees shook and yeah…I loved that. I wanted him wild for me. I wanted him so horny and so tuned in to my touch that the rest of the world disappeared. It was only us here. Nothing else mattered.
I added a second digit…and a third, adding more lube.