Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Remember, the tables might be turned one day soon,” he whispered, loud enough for only Cam to hear.
While he didn’t get an answer, the look in his lover’s eyes was reassuring. Cam wasn’t one to lose his head. However, after he tracked Cam going over to the bag of toys he’d brought along and pulling out one he hadn’t seen before, Nolan’s relief was short-lived.
He owned a Fleshlight and, in the past, had used it quite often, but this masturbation tool seemed to be a Fleshlight on steroids. You simply fucked a Fleshlight like a pussy. While Cam held the toy, he rotated through every setting as a demo.
From what Nolan could tell, the inside chamber not only spun, but sucked at seven different speeds. He imagined trying not to come was about to be a wild ride.
Nolan usually didn’t last much more than a minute when he broke out his Fleshlight. It was definitely both fun and efficient.
However, this might not be the right toy for edging. Or it could be perfect for it. Time would tell. And that time was now.
Cam laid the masturbation aid on his stomach, using Nolan like a coffee table before grabbing a nearby bottle of lube that had been sitting on a warmer. When he returned, he squirted some into his palm and stroked Nolan’s cock until it was completely covered.
Cam working Nolan’s cock like that didn’t help in prolonging his orgasm. He could easily come from his lover simply touching him. They had jerked each other off more times than he could count in the past couple of months. Including times they were on the trails taking a “break” from mountain biking.
Nothing wrong with a little rub and tug while hydrating.
“Handsome, turn him so I can see both of you better.”
Once Cam unlocked the rotating platform and turned it until Hope had an unobstructed view, he slid the masturbator down onto Nolan’s cock and pressed the power button.
Nolan instantly lost his mind.
If the current setting was only the first of seven levels of suction, rotation speed, and licking, he was in some deep shit.
Cam moved to his side, put his mouth to Nolan’s ear and whispered, “Don’t come, whatever you do. If it gets to be too much, give me a sign and I’ll back off. If you come before she gives the word, then she might come up with some crazy punishment for both of us.”
“Just don’t go up any more levels.”
“What if she orders me to?”
“Then prepare yourself for punishment. Have you used this on yourself yet?” Nolan gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come. He forced his hips to remain still because if he started humping it, he was doomed.
“No, I haven’t had a chance. She just bought it and wanted me to use it on you.”
Nolan unclenched his jaws. “Just wait until it’s on you.”
One dark eyebrow rose. “That good, huh?”
“Yes, but bad for edging.”
Cam muttered, “Shit,” under his breath.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Despite fighting his response, Nolan’s back arched and a groan forced its way through his clenched teeth.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
This is just temporary. You’ll get your release soon.
But not soon enough.
He groaned, then hissed when Cam began to massage his still-stinging balls.
“I’m struggling to stay in my seat and not join you two.”
Cam held out his hand to Hope. “We would love for our queen to join us.”
She shook her head. “Not yet. First, the show must go on.” She once again rolled her hand in the air like she was a true queen.
Normally, Nolan would get a chuckle out of that, but in that moment he was too busy trying not to come. To him, this whole royalty role-playing was a bit over the top, but her sense of humor—tongue-in-cheek in this particular scenario—was one of many traits both he and Cam liked about her.
Sex didn’t always have to be so damn serious. It could be fun and messy and awkward.
Luckily, Cam must have noticed his desperation. It was probably hard to miss. Just like his damn cock.
“My queen, he wants to come.”
Not wants, needs.
“Of course he does. But not until I say so.”
Nolan tipped his head back and silently mouthed a curse.
Cam shooting him a look of sympathy meant he knew very well that Hope could demand that Nolan do the same to him next. “How about if we get your mind off it?”
“How?” His question was a strained whisper.
When Cam leaned over him, Nolan lifted his head and met him halfway. Their mouths connected like two magnets and their tongues found one another, twisting and tangling.
His lover always tasted so good, as if sunshine had a flavor, and his kisses were perfection, even when messy and desperate.
While making out might be a good distraction, it wasn’t—
He heard it then. The buzz of a small vibrator.