Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Brian glanced away, but I held his chin and turned his head so he looked at me.
“Is that what you’re asking?”
“I reckon it is.”
Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t hold back my grin. “That’s so fucking hot.” I sat up and pulled off my shirt.
Brian’s eyes bugged out comically. “That easily?”
“Did you want me to pretend I’m not sure? I can if you’d like.” I wasn’t sure how to best handle this situation, but I hoped this was the right thing to do—trying to show him I was interested in anything he was, that he didn’t have to be embarrassed with me, and that desiring things like this was completely okay and normal.
I waited for a moment, watching him, waiting for a sign I should keep going. When Brian gave me a nod, I stood, took my shoes off, then pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fluid movement. I was hard as stone, achy with full balls. I liked the idea of Brian’s eyes on me.
“Jesus,” he whispered, gaze on my groin.
“We still good?” It wasn’t every day a man had a dick in his face for the first time. He nodded again, but that wasn’t enough for me. “Brian,” I said, and he looked up. “We still good? It doesn’t matter how far we are into it, if at any time you change your mind, all you have to do is tell me, and we stop.”
“That’s why we’re good—what you just said. I couldn’t do this with just anyone…well, obviously, if I might be gray or demisexual.”
“Did you do any research on it?”
He shook his head. “Nah, but can we talk about that after I see you.” He tilted his head toward my dick. Oh, I guess that made sense. I was standing there, cock out and pants at my knees.
“Good plan.”
I stepped out of my clothes and sat beside him on the couch. Brian leaned back, turning to look at me.
“Is this what you want to see me do?” I wrapped a fist around my erection and started to stroke. It was too dry, so I licked my palm before starting up again.
“Jesus,” Brian said softly.
“You keep calling out his name, and I’m gonna get jealous.” I winked, and the smile he shot me in return was like someone hooked up jumper cables to my pulse. “I like it when you watch me.” I scooted down some more, jerking myself slowly. When I went upward, precum leaked from my slit.
“I like it too,” Brian replied, his voice husky, and I was pretty sure he was turned on. “I never thought I’d like seein’ a man like this…but then, I never cared much to see anyone before you.”
“Look at you, calling me special.”
“You’re conceited is what you are.”
“I think you like it,” I told him, still stroking. Brian’s gaze left mine, landing on my hand, watching as I pleasured myself. What would it feel like to have him do this? It might fucking kill me in the best ways, but even if it didn’t happen, I would be okay with this, okay with anything he had to offer. There was something so different about Brian. He really did make me feel special. I hadn’t realized I’d never felt like this before. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I told him because I thought he needed to hear it. Brian hadn’t had a lot of good feelings in his life, and I wanted to give them to him.
“You are too. I can’t believe I think that.”
“Aw, now you’re going to hurt my feelings,” I teased, when really what he’d said made my dick throb harder. Fuck, how did I already want to shoot?
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know. I was giving you shit.” I laid my left hand on his thigh, my right still playing with my dick. His gaze shot down to where I touched him. Watching me jerk off was one thing, but it seemed he wasn’t ready for me to be touching him.
I went to pull back, but his hand shot out, holding me in place. “I want you to touch me when you do it.”
“Fuck. You don’t know how much that turns me on.” There was a real possibility this man was going to kill me, and he didn’t even know it.
I spit in my hand before wrapping it around my dick again. With the other, I drew circles on Brian’s thigh, wished he had his jeans off so we could be skin-to-skin.
My precum was helping with more lubrication now. My balls ached, so close to spilling, but part of me wished I could make this last too.
“Fuck, this is so good. You have me hard as a rock, Brian. I can’t wait to shoot my load, and when I do, I hope you know it’s for you.”