Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Hey,” Sutton said, his voice tentative. His hair was wet, and he had a towel around his waist, clearly having just gotten out of the shower. “Everything okay?”
He meant me. Was I okay, because of my folks and because of what we did.
“I don’t touch you,” I admitted, ashamed of myself. “You rub off against me. You jerk us off. You suck me and fuck me, and I don’t touch or pleasure you other than kissin’.”
He sighed, walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed. “I know.” And the way he said it, with the pain dripping off both words, I knew how much that hurt him. “I figured it was too much for you. I hoped maybe one day you would, but if not, I don’t care. I got you. That’s all I need.”
“I don’t ever wanna hurt you—not you, Sutt. You’re the only person in this world who I know would never do that to me. I’m gonna work on that. I know it’s wrong, but I gotta ask you, though, if we can keep this quiet for a little while longer. It’s not fair, and I know I just said I don’t wanna hurt you, and I don’t. If you can’t do it, we won’t, but I wanna try and fix this with my folks, and I’m hopin’ I can manage that if it’s just between us for now. I need to deal with them before I can deal with everyone.” I wasn’t proud of that, but it was true. I was still figuring everything out, and I didn’t know how I could do it with all the outside noise.
“Yeah, Jasp. Of course. Hell, you didn’t have to tell your folks last night. This ain’t a race, it ain’t a movie or a TV show. It’s our life. This is real, and life is complicated.”
Christ, I loved him, so fucking much.
“Thank you. And…I might not be able to give you that yet, but the things I can…I wanna start sharing those with you.”
It didn’t make sense, but it felt like I was moving in slow motion as I walked over to him, as I knelt between Sutton’s spread legs.
“Oh fuck,” came out of his mouth, all raspy and needy.
“I ain’t even done nothin’ yet,” I said with a smile, hoping I looked more confident than I felt.
“I don’t want to rush you. If you’re not ready, then we can just keep goin’ how we have been.”
The thing was, Sutton would never rush me. He’d keep going forever like this if it was what I needed, and while I was nervous, I wanted to do this. Not only for him, but for myself. I wanted to have him that way. Somehow, it hadn’t hit me until today, or maybe it was the same as my feelings for him, this thing inside me that had always been there but I hadn’t allowed myself to see. I was curious. I wanted to know what he tasted like. How his cock would feel against my tongue. I wanted to love Sutton this way too.
“I know,” I told him, “but you don’t get to have all the fun.”
“You sayin’ you haven’t been having fun?”
I chuckled. “You know what I meant.”
And then I reached out, slowly opened Sutton’s towel. He was already getting hard, but not at full mast yet. Because of him sitting, his balls were pushed up against his dick. He wasn’t quite as hairy as me, but his pubes were darker, as was the fur on his thighs. This low buzzing started in my gut, along with a flutter at the base of my spine. His erection plumped and lengthened under my gaze. My hands rested on his thighs, and fuck, he was so goddamned beautiful. So sexy and so mine.
This time when I reached out, I wrapped a hand around his shaft. It felt like…well, it felt like a dick, the same as mine did every time I touched myself. Still, it was different too. The heat radiating off him felt different, he was thicker, more veiny, and the head was redder. My hold slid upward, and when I tightened my grip, a drop of precum pushed from his slit.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t believe you’re touchin’ me.” His voice was filled with lust.
“I let you have my ass last night.”
“And I fuckin’ loved it, but there’s something special about this.” Because this was more than me giving myself to him. This was me taking Sutton in the same way.
“I like it…the feel of you in my hand. When I stroke you, I can see the muscles in your thighs tighten.”
“Is it okay to admit it’s because I seriously might shoot my load already?”
I smiled, loving that it was me driving him wild this way. I was gonna like this. I was gonna want to do it a whole lot more, and often. “Don’t do that. You gotta let me explore.”