Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Topher wordlessly guided me with soft grunts and the persistent sway of his hips. When I squeezed his ass, he arched backward, then thrust into my palm as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted more. But when I pulled his cheeks apart and slid my finger between his crease, he went a little wild, gliding his dick alongside mine with gusto at each pass while he sucked my tongue like a lollipop.
“Mmm.”
I broke the kiss with a gasp. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes, so good, but…I’m—we should go upstairs. Come with me.”
I didn’t argue. I followed him, buck-ass naked through the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. I moved ahead of him, pausing at the end of his bed with my hand on my dick. I had the oddest feeling of being overwhelmed and excited at once. I wanted anything and everything he was willing to do, but I had no idea where to begin. I needed this beautiful man with sex-mussed hair and askew glasses to show me what to do.
Topher locked the door and moved to the bed, pulling his duvet aside. He opened his nightstand drawer and set a bottle of lube and a condom next to the lamp.
“Just in case.” He quirked a smile as he removed his glasses, putting them on a thick textbook before hopping onto the mattress. He stroked his cock and patted the empty space beside him in invitation.
I inched closer, casting a quick glance between the condom and lube and Topher’s erect penis nudging his navel. Fuck, he was beautiful. Long and lean with smooth skin and no tattoos…just a trail of freckles on his chest and stomach. He looked almost fragile without his glasses. I instinctively wanted to protect him, which was kind of a joke at the moment.
I flashed a wobbly smile. “I don’t know what to do. You need to show me.”
“We don’t have to do anyth—”
“I want you, Christopher.” I sat on the bed and splayed my hand across his belly. “Tell me where to touch you.”
He fixed me with an intense look I couldn’t read to save my life, then gestured to his proud erection. “Start where we left off.”
I gripped him firmly, watching his expression for clues. He must have been doing the same. His eyes had a smoky, sex-hazed quality that turned me inside out. No words necessary. He wanted me too. And even though I might not be great at this, just knowing he was willing to give me a chance was enough.
I leaned over and licked a path from his V-line to the inside of his thigh. Topher’s breath hitched. No doubt he was wondering how far I’d go. I suddenly felt kind of brave, so I stroked his cock and rested my tongue on the tip. I went still for a moment to give myself a second to get used to the sensation, thinking there was an off chance I’d freak out.
Nope. All good. I wanted more.
I circled his crown languidly and sucked on the tip, then opened my mouth wide to take as much of him as possible. I gagged at the halfway mark. I know, lame. I could do better. I backed up and gave him a sheepish look before trying again. And again.
Topher rested his hands on my head, offering words of encouragement as I sucked and licked him. Sweet nothings like, “That’s so good,” or “Yeah, just like that.” I was a fucking whore for those compliments. No joke. The gravelly sound of his voice and rhythmic lift of his hips spurred me on.
I was sure I’d never wanted anything or anyone more in my life. I didn’t realize it was possible to get off from sucking cock. My dick ached like a motherfucker. I knew I’d explode if I touched myself, so I held off for a while and concentrated on Topher. I read his body like a playbook. When he arched, I swooped lower. When he wriggled his hips, I rolled his balls and massaged the sensitive skin underneath his sac. I must have hit a super erogenous zone. Topher moaned loudly and pushed one of his fingers into his hole.
“Oh, fuck. Keep doing that. Let me see you fuck yourself,” I commanded. “So beautiful.”
“C’mere. You can do it.”
I licked my lips and nodded, bending to kiss the inside of his thigh as I slid a finger beside his. “Do you like this?”
“I love it. I can take more,” he whispered, lifting his hips meaningfully. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes. Hell, yes. I want inside you so bad, but I don’t want to get this wrong,” I choked. “Tell me what to do.”
“Put the condom on and go slow. You’ll know what to do.”
I obeyed. My fingers shook as I rolled the latex on. I added lube, set my cock at his puckered entrance, and pushed.