Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“This isn’t gonna work,” he mutters.
“If you’re that shitty, I’ll let you know,” I joke.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Meanwhile, some girls would kill to be in this bed with me right now, having me as their kissing instructor.”
“Kill?”
“Stop stalling.”
He takes a breath and leans toward me. I’m surprised he’s going along with it. Maybe this is really happening…
But he stays stiff in place.
“You need me to close my eyes?” I ask, batting my eyes playfully.
“I need you to shut your dumb mouth.”
“That might be what your issue with kissing is.”
“Can you cut it with the jokes?”
“I’m trying to lighten the mood.”
“Trust me, Lightness is downstairs, enjoying himself at the party.”
He leans a little closer, staring down at my mouth like it’s a bug. I can tell by the way he’s all tensed up that he’s stressing himself out even more. I try to think of a way to make this easier on him, so I lean toward him. I’m waiting for him to back off, but he doesn’t budge.
“Here,” I say. “Let me help you. Are you ready?”
He sighs. “Just do—”
Before the word it even has a chance to fully escape his mouth, I press my lips against his, pleasantly surprised by how soft they are. I start small, lips barely parted, easing him into the experience, noticing how warm his flesh is against mine. The way his breath brushes up against my skin as he breathes.
He moves closer, opening his mouth more, pressing harder.
Naughty Marty.
The move sends a surge of adrenaline through me, and before I know it, my dick’s getting kind of hard. That’s wild, but now I’m curious when the shit-kissing part is gonna start, so I grab the back of his head, keeping him close as our tongues meet. There’s something very intuitive about his movements, how his tongue teases mine, which shocks the hell out of me, considering I’ve seen this guy trying to dance.
Where the hell is this coming from?
And what was that bullshit about being terrible at this?
My dick is quick to respond, firming right up before his tongue slides back out, leaving me hanging, and I find myself craving more.
His breath hitches as he searches around, looking as confused as I feel.
“That bad?” he asks, his cheeks pinkening, and I realize I’m staring.
I was expecting it to feel like the other kisses I’ve had with guys.
Clinical.
Maybe a little fun.
I wasn’t expecting that rush…or what felt like more expertise than he’d led me to believe.
But that can’t be right.
It was just nice to make out with someone, maybe?
“Um…” I finally manage, struggling to understand what happened. “I didn’t get what these girls are talking about. Can we try one more time? Like really throw yourself into it. Do whatever you’d do naturally.”
It’s the right way to sort this out, but also, I feel guilty because I know I’m more curious than I should be, not about him, but about what it was doing to me.
Marty doesn’t hesitate like he did before. His lips are locked against mine in no time, tongue back in my mouth. Fuck, he’s really going for it this time, and it’s fire searing across wet flesh.
I can’t even think straight. I just follow where it leads. As he cups my cheek, I guide him onto his back. I’m enjoying every moment, forgetting what the hell I was even doing, when he starts to pull away, but I lean forward, keeping him in place.
My cock stretches in my briefs.
Damn, this has really got me going.
But now that I’m stiff as a board, I realize I’m being greedy as hell.
This isn’t about me.
I think it’s gonna kill me to break the kiss, but I force myself, muttering, “Sorry, I think I got a little carried away there.”
“Yeah…uh…”
My gaze is drawn to his crotch, where he sports a—
“Mart, what the hell is that?”
“Oh fuck,” he says, sitting up quickly. “Nothing.”
“That’s a lot of inches of nothing.”
“Shut it!” he says, pushing to his feet and turning away from me. “I don’t know why it did that.”
I have a few ideas, but also more questions. “Where do you keep that concealed weapon? I’ve seen you in a fucking G-string.”
“I’m a grower, not a shower.”
“Apparently.” I’m awestruck by the bulge.
“And TaskFrat challenges don’t exactly get me wound up like that,” he adds. “Jesus, I knew this was a crap idea.”
I’m making him self-conscious, so I try to set him at ease. “Sorry, Mart. It just surprised me, but I’m hard too.”
“What?” He sounds offended.
He spins back around, and I can’t take my eyes off the bulge in his pants.
“Why are you hard?” he asks, studying mine.
“Probably for the same reason you are.”
He shakes his head. I imagine he’s struggling to make sense of this too. I’m racking my brain, trying to think if I’ve ever experienced anything similar to this with a guy before. There were times when the kissing was fun, but nothing like this.