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)
“Want to go see a movie? There’s that comedy about stopping a runaway train that looks pretty good.”
“Is that the trailer you were cracking up at last night?”
“Yeah, that one. Funny as hell. I think you’d like it.”
I smiled. I wasn’t one for silly movies, but I found myself liking things that Dyl liked simply because of the joy it brought him. “Let’s do it.”
Dyl squeezed my thigh. He rubbed higher. “Awesome. Maybe we can check out that new Italian place downtown for dinner, too.”
I had an arm around Dylan’s shoulders. I trailed my fingers over his chest. Having him this close to me, his hand so high up my leg and his body heat washing over me, started shifting my thoughts away from dinner and more toward dessert. I dropped my hand a little, fingers circling Dylan’s nipple, rubbing over it, feeling it become pebbled.
Dylan’s hand moved even higher. The side of his palm rubbed against my crotch. I opened my legs wider, inviting him to have at it. To do whatever he wanted to me.
Mornings were always when we were at our most feral. I enjoyed sex with Dylan at any time of the day or night, but something about mornings had us both raging with testosterone and a need to play with each other.
This morning was no different judging by how Dylan’s stiffening cock had already slipped through the opening of his boxers and started to throb in the air. I smiled and brought his lips up to mine as his hand cupped my growing dick. The coffee was quickly forgotten, and the peacefulness of the snowy moment was broken by a soft groan of pleasure from Dylan’s throat, which I swallowed greedily with my kiss.
He started to stroke me through my shorts. I rubbed my foot against his, both of us leaning back with our feet still up on the table. Dylan’s yard was completely private with a tall fence that blocked any of the neighbors, so we could get as wild as we wanted without fear of being seen.
I pulled my cock out through the leg of my shorts. It helped that I hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Dylan thumbed the leaking head. My eyes rolled back. I dropped my head and sighed, the sensation of his grip around my cock filling me with enough heat to melt all the snow in the yard.
“Fuck, I love these kinds of mornings with you,” I said as I leaned back so I could watch him jerk me off.
“I was never a morning person before you, you know that?”
“I would have never guessed.”
“Yeah, it’d take me like an hour to even say something. I was always grumpy as fuck.” He licked his lips, smiled, continued to stroke me nice and slow. He used my pre-cum as lube, making my cock slick in his hand.
“You look so grumpy right now,” I teased him.
“Oh, I’m pissed.” He playfully scrunched his brows together and gave me an angry face. The white streak over his eyebrow caught my attention. I laughed before I leaned in and kissed him, right where his birthmark was. It was an urge I just wasn’t going to ignore anymore.
“Fine, I guess I’m not angry,” Dylan said as his expression relaxed and his attention returned to my cock in his grip. He slid off the bench and got onto his knees between mine. He looked up at me, brow arched, lip curled into a seductive smile. I loved seeing him from this angle. Ready to devour me while his own hard cock leaked.
“Fucccck, baby.” It came out as a hiss, the words pulled out of me the second his tongue wrapped around my head. He was a pro at sucking my cock. Dylan knew exactly what to do. I sat back and let him go to work. He was slow at first, working up and down, before he increased his pace, then brought a hand into the equation. He wasn’t shy about it. Didn’t hold back on the noises and the spit. It was so fucking hot and got me so fucking worked up.
It looked to have done the same to Dylan, who jerked himself off as he continued to blow me. I started to fuck his mouth, thrusting up and burying myself in his throat. He gagged and came up for a breath before he wiped his lips and went back in.
It wasn’t enough, though, and I think Dylan sensed that. I think he wanted the same thing I did.
His words confirmed it. “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, looking up into my eyes with a hunger reflected in his own.
As if I needed to answer that. I grinned and nodded. His smile turned wicked. “If you’re ready for it,” I said.
“Miles, I’m always ready for you.”