Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell!” he shouted.
I soothed the sting with careful licks, then sank to my knees. His cock was deeply red and precum beaded at the tip. I took his shaft deep into my mouth and gazed up at him. He had his teeth sunk into his lower lip, obviously trying to stay silent. I swallowed him deeper, tightening my throat around his cock. When I pulled back and took him down again, he whimpered, and the sound made me suddenly desperate to move things along.
I sucked him for a few more seconds before releasing him and standing up. “I don’t want you to come until I’m buried inside you.”
I walked around the bed to get the supplies we needed. When I turned around, he was watching me while lazily stroking his cock. He kept going as I watched. I loved his lack of self-consciousness. He might be uncertain about telling the world he was gay but he was comfortable in his own skin.
He gestured toward the lube and condoms with his free hand. “Are you going to do something with those or just stand there watching?”
I gave him what I hoped was a seductive smile. “I have some very good plans for these. Get on the bed.”
He complied rapidly, as if he’d been given an order by a superior.
“Are you good at taking orders?” I asked.
Color rose in his cheeks. “I can be. I used to be.”
“Good. Lie down on your back, arms above your head, and don’t move.”
“Jeremy?”
Betting on him liking this power play more than he wanted to admit, I raised a brow. He obeyed without further protest. I climbed on the bed after him, and when he bent his knees, I pushed them open with a firm—but not quite rough—pressure and settled between them.
He groaned. “I’ve never felt so exposed, so….”
“I’m right here,” I whispered. “I’m going to take care of you, but if you change your mind, that’s okay too.” Somehow, I’d stop. Even if it killed me. “I want you to trust me.”
“I do,” he said, the words barely audible.
I ran my fingers over his chest, across his abs and just to the side of his straining cock, my touch light, teasing. He sucked in a breath. I continued to toy with him, cupping his balls and lightly tickling his perineum. With my other hand, I stroked his inner thigh, loving the feel of coarse hair over soft skin.
“Stop fucking teasing me.”
I laughed. “I like making you squirm.”
He scowled at me.
“You said you’ve always had to rush. Not now. Not with me. We’re going to take this slow.” If I can stand it.
I tugged lightly on his balls and then pressed on the skin just behind them. He shuddered and arched into my touch. I loved how responsive he was. “I’m going to get you so worked up, you’ll think you’re going to lose your mind if I don’t fuck you.”
“Jeremy!”
The desperation in his tone made me crazy. I wouldn’t have thought I’d have the power to do that to such a strong man. I continued to torment him, touching him everywhere but his cock and ass. Finally, he broke, hooking his hands under my arms and pulling me up his body. I stretched out over him, letting our cocks rub against each other. He held my hips, keeping me there so he could thrust against me as he plundered my mouth with his tongue. Wasn’t I supposed to be the one in charge now? I couldn’t make myself care.
Eventually, I freed myself from his grip and sat back. We stared at each other, both taking ragged breaths.
“I’m not waiting any longer,” Connor said.
I nodded, too hard and needy myself to hold back anymore. I reached for the lube I’d tossed on the bed and slicked my fingers. He drew his legs up again, setting his feet flat on the bed, his thigh muscles rigid with tension.
“Relax.” I ran a hand over one of his rock-hard hamstrings, sliding my fingers lower, slowly approaching his ass. “I won’t hurt you.”
He drew in a shaky breath. “I can handle it. You don’t have to baby me.”
“I don’t want you to handle it. I want you to love it.” I wrapped a hand around his shaft and worked him carefully. After a few seconds, his legs lost their rigidity, and he started thrusting into my hand. I slid my lubed fingers along his crack. He groaned but continued trying to get more friction on his dick. I circled his entrance then pushed in just a little, forcing myself to hold back.
He pushed his ass toward my finger to get more, and I gave him what he wanted. Holy fuck, he was tight. He tensed when my finger pushed past the tight muscle that tried to keep me out.
“Breathe,” I insisted, stroking his cock in long, slow movements. He kept his eyes squeezed shut but he nodded. “Connor, look at me.”