Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I’d never done this before. Never waited for someone like this. Completely exposed and completely ready. Watching him play today had driven me over the edge and made something like this possible. Otherwise I may have been a little more conservative.
But fuck that. It was time to be raw. I wanted Dyl to see how badly I needed him. I didn’t want him doubting a single thing.
A couple minutes passed until I heard the door opening. I didn’t have to worry or wonder who it was. “Hello?” Dylan asked as he stepped in the room. “Oh, hello,” he said the second he spotted me displayed for him.
I gave my hips a wiggle and looked over my shoulder. He was freshly showered, wearing a sleeveless Bobcats jersey and long black athletic shorts. They were both on the floor in record time. “Are you going to be waiting for me like this every time we win a game?” Dylan asked as he walked up behind me. His big hands caressed my ass, spreading my cheeks as he rubbed his already leaking cock head against my hole.
“Figured you could use some positive reinforcement,” I joked as my eyes rolled back from the sensation of his cock slowly pushing inside me.
Clearly he didn’t want to waste much time getting to the main event, either.
“What if we lose?”
“Then you have to be in the hotel waiting for me like this.”
“Sounds good,” he said, laughing.
Truth was, I was dying to fuck Dylan. I wanted it all with him. But I wanted this more than anything. For tonight, it would be me giving myself to him, taking him inside me.
Maybe tomorrow it could be reversed.
Hell, maybe later tonight.
“Oh fuck,” I hissed as Dylan pushed inside me. A slight burn mixed with pleasure. I fisted the sheets. He had a thick one, which meant he had to go slow at first. But Dyl knew how to use the tools he was blessed with.
He slowed, leaning down, kissing the back of my neck. “Mmm, you smell good.”
“Thanks,” I said, getting a whiff of the coconut and vanilla shampoo he had just used. “You do too.”
“Did you see me score those goals?” he asked into my ear, licking my lobe, cock pushing in deeper.
“I did,” I said through a moan. “You killed it tonight.”
“I kept thinking about impressing you. Whenever I’d look over and see you cheering for me”—he sank in another inch, then another—“it made me work harder. Play smarter.”
“So I wasn’t a distraction?”
“You used to be,” Dylan said, leaning back, his hands on my hips. “Now you’re the prize.”
“Mmm, I love hearing that. You’re such a good boy, taking my hole like that. That’s it.”
Calling Dyl a ‘good boy’ must have done something to him because he thrust into me harder, deeper, grunting his pleasure. I decided to try it again.
“Fuck yeah. Be a good boy for me and fuck me good. Make my legs shake. Make my cock drip.”
“Oh, Miles, fuck.”
“You like that?” I looked back at him. His eyes were closed in pure bliss, his mouth open in an ‘O’.
“Mhmm.”
“Show me. Show me how much of a good boy you can be for me.”
I pushed back and impaled myself on Dylan’s huge cock. I dropped my head and was taken away in the current of ecstasy that enveloped me. My walls were stretched. My body full. I didn’t want anything else in the world. Both of us took in the absolute pleasure that our two bodies together could create. I could feel a rope of pre-cum dripping from my throbbing cock. Could feel him pulse inside me.
“Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me and make me yours.”
He rocked his hips forward. “You already are.”
I cried out in pure bliss. Fire sparked from where skin slapped skin. He slammed into me, hard, the moment of adjustment over, my body hungry to take him in. There was no more pain left.
Only us. Only pleasure. Two men in their most animalistic states, listening to the two howling wolves inside of them, connecting in a way that went deeper than the physical.
I moaned loud as the headboard slammed into the wall. Over and over and over.
But then Dylan paused. He slowed.
“I want you to ride me,” he said, pulling out. “And come on my chest.”
That was a request I could easily accommodate. I wanted to finish while looking into Dylan’s eyes. I moved aside on the bed so he could lie down. His muscular chest was pink. His defined six-pack rippled as he breathed. I grazed my hand over the mouth-watering muscles. He had shaved most of his body, so he was smooth all over except for a trimmed tuft of dark brown hair above his raging-hard dick.
I climbed on top of him. Licked my lips. Rubbed his nipple with one hand while I lined his cock up with the other. I sat back, taking him inside me. His eyes rolled back and his mouth turned to the shape of an O. I jerked myself off as I rolled my hips forward then back. He was so deep, so, so deep. I was sure he was somewhere up past my stomach now. Fuck, he was so hot and getting me so fucking close. I leaked like a broken faucet onto his perfect six-pack.