Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“If I come from you just looking at it, I swear I will fucking die from embarrassment,” Simon complained.
“We can’t have that,” I stated thickly. I spat in my left palm and carefully took Simon in hand, stroking him so slowly.
He whimpered and gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging in. Fuck, he felt so damn good in my hand. Long, with a moderate thickness, and so damn silky hot. I loved touching him. He was beautiful. More precious and elegant than the statues made by the old Renaissance masters. The noises escaping him were a siren song, driving me close to my orgasm.
And he was all mine. Every gasp and broken cry, every needy whimper and bead of sweat slipping along his brow—all of him was mine.
For a few minutes, Simon simply clung to me, soaking in my touch as I pressed slow kisses to his parted lips. I was content to continue like this without him ever touching me in return. As it was, I was so turned-on, I was pretty sure I was going to come in my pants the second he lost it.
But those bright-blue eyes suddenly opened, and he drew a hand down my chest in a gentle caress. His fingers hooked on the waistband of my lounge pants and worked on pulling them down one hip so my dick was free.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “You’re even bigger than I let myself imagine.”
I huffed out a strangled laugh. “Good thing or bad thing?”
“Good. So good.” With each word he spoke, I could feel him getting harder in my hand. “I want that in me. In my mouth. In my ass. I want to be fucked so hard and deep—”
He left me with no choice. I smashed my mouth over his to stop his words before he made me come like some out-of-control teenager.
The kisses grew more urgent and desperate as Simon’s hand wrapped around my dick. A shudder ran through me at that light, hesitant touch. The first couple of strokes were jerky and awkward, but he mimicked my pace and pressure.
Within a minute, we were both panting, our sweaty foreheads pressed together. Each breath that left Simon’s lungs was sucked into mine. He chanted my name until he finally gasped and came. The first hot splash of his cum across my hand sent me soaring. The orgasm I’d been fighting since we’d first ground against each other broke free.
Lightning shot along my spine, and my body jerked. For an instant, I was soaring above the clouds, feeling so damn good.
I had no idea how long we lay there, side by side on the bed, my legs hanging off the end, panting like we had completed the Boston Marathon. That moment of bliss was incredible, but as the semen cooled on my skin and the blood returned to my brain, reality stomped hard on my balls.
What the fuck did I just do?
14
SIMON MILLER
Holy shit!
That was not how I’d expected to start my day. Not that I was complaining. My toes tingled while everything else felt so damn relaxed. This was one of the many reasons people had boyfriends. However, now that I was so relaxed and happy, I had no desire to get out of bed. Maybe this wasn’t the best way to begin a day you hoped would be productive, but it was a fine way to kick off what could be a lazy Sunday.
The key thing was to find a way to parlay this into a lazy, cozy day with Pierce where we lounged about, ate comfort food, and had more sexy times.
My brain was still turning this newly formed idea around when Pierce leaped off the bed, tucked himself into his pants, and bolted to the adjoining bathroom. Yeah, I should probably do something like that as well.
I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and borrowed sleep pants. I wrinkled my nose at the cold cum drying on my hand. It would have been sexy to lick it off in the heat of the moment since it was Pierce’s, but he wasn’t on the bed with me any longer. Felt kind of superfluous now. Besides, I’d rather suck it straight from the source.
“Hey! Do you have plans for the day?” I called out as Pierce disappeared into the bathroom.
The only answer was the running of the water from the faucet. He must not have heard me. I sighed and stretched, enjoying the chance to laze about a while longer. Last night had not gone how I’d planned. Pierce was right in that I’d put too much pressure on myself regarding his parents. For him, this might all be an act, but it wasn’t to me. I might be his fake boyfriend right now, but I planned to turn this temporary gig into the real thing. If I were to accomplish that, I would need his parents to like me.