Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
As they say, there are two wolves in you.
In my circumstance, one wants to come, the other wants to be fucked. I might just get both satisfied if I’m lucky.
I moan when Cass gives my ass a playful slap before rubbing it in a wide circle. I might have only discovered my interest in men a month ago, but I want him to touch me everywhere, so I’m all in when his tongue draws on the small of my back. The tube of lube gives a loud click. If I were any less aroused, I’d be frightened, but the sound means things are about to go down, so I spread my thighs wider and rest my forehead on the blanket under me.
Time seems to stretch forever, but Cassian’s fingers finally slide between my buttocks, this time going straight for their goal. He’s so damn decisive, and that’s only making my cock harder. I moan as it pulses, hanging between my legs untouched, because I don’t want to risk finishing before Cassian’s inside.
I’m panting when he pushes in one fingertip. I never thought I’d be in this position, and now I can’t wait for more. It’s not the physical feeling that gets me so hot and bothered, because that in itself is a bit strange. But knowing that the fingers are a prelude to his cock, that soon enough Cass will be fucking me, makes me frantic with arousal.
“Okay?” he asks, stroking my back up and down but doesn’t stop playing with my hole and pushes in another fingertip. He’s moving them gently, so the motion feels like a massage rather than an intrusion.
I nod, but when I realize he might not see that, I rasp out a “yes”. I find it difficult to speak, but he needs to know what’s going on with me, so I force myself to communicate. “It’s so hot when I think you’ll be fucking me. Your dick deep inside me. I want it.”
Does he like the view in front of him? My thick, muscular thighs and my ass open to him?
He gasps against my buttock and nips on it, but as I take a deep breath, one of his fingers pushes deep into me, until his knuckles hit my sphincter.
I whimper. It’s so sudden my knees slide farther apart, but—oh God—he’s now inside me, and while it feels like nothing I ever experienced, I’m hot all over.
“I want more.”
Did I say that out loud?
My face burns as Cassian chuckles, licking the place he bit moments ago. His finger wiggles inside, and I roll my face against the wool.
“Are you laughing at my need for dick?” I whimper. “It’s your fault. You got me hooked. ‘Oh yeah, first one’s free’, and now I have to beg for it.” There’s no shame left in me anymore, I rock against his slippery finger, moaning when Cass pulls it out, only to insert more. Is it two? I can’t tell, because just knowing what’s happening has me raising my ass higher. My movement shifts the position of Cass’s digits, and I’m assaulted by a sensation so intense it has me freezing.
“Oh God… oh damn…”
“Good?”
“Very. Very fucking good,” I whine into the blanket as he kisses my hip. How is he both so hot and so sweet? Then again, isn’t that the best combination?
My toes curl and I moan when he finger-fucks me in earnest. I’m lost. I’m a slut for him. It can be our little secret.
Or not. Maybe this means I’m a bottom, because while I enjoyed how sex with my girlfriend felt, this is just unreal, and not just because I love Cass. It… makes my body feel amazing.
“Such a hungry gay boy. I think I have something you like,” Cassian teases, and I hear the squirt of lube again. He’s covering his cock with it. He must be!
I shiver and ball my hands into fists in an effort to resist the temptation to jerk off, because I want him to come first. I want him to fill me up with all the hot cum I missed out on throughout the time we kept secrets from each other.
I hold my breath when his fingers vacate my hole, but when the big, blunt heat presses on me, I let out a strangled moan.
I want him so fucking much. I push against him so he has to hold my greedy ass in place. I’m a slut for him, and I don’t care what it might mean.
“Easy now,” he rasps, holding his cock in place, right against my opened hole and teasing me with the slippery head.
“I want it…” I roll my forehead over the blanket in a useless attempt to calm down when my whole body is screaming at me: Ride him, ride that dick, get it in you, make him come.