Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“No,” his voice rang out as I rose from the bed. I sank back down, my pulse going crazy as I waited for him to make the next move.
“Now what?” He screwed his eyes shut as he trembled.
I could see how badly he wanted this, maybe even needed it. Still, after last night, I nearly balked and told him to fuck right off. But something told me to stay put, to ride this out with him. That this was his way of owning some part of our conversation—and maybe himself in the process.
“We just make ourselves feel good and then get a good night’s sleep.”
“O…okay.” He palmed the front of his shorts, his eyes focused on me.
“Cool.” I glanced around the room. “I don’t have any porn for us to watch, but…” Just watching you will be enough.
He absently shook his head as if inadvertently agreeing with my thought.
And then I just went for it, even if he ended up fleeing the room. I tugged my underwear down my thighs, and my stiff cock jutted against my abdomen. No way to deny I was already turned on just from the idea of being this close to him, naked.
His eyes were wide as his gaze slid down the front of me from chest to groin.
Why was it such a turn-on that he was openly staring at my dick?
Unsure if he’d ever be brave enough to join me, I gripped my cock and stroked myself from root to tip, intent on getting myself off. I ignored his intake of breath as I closed my eyes and concentrated on not coming right then and there before I even got started. Christ.
When I heard him shift, I opened my lids just in time to see him push his shorts and underwear down to his knees. His shaft bounced against his abdomen, stiff and leaking precome. I’d seen him naked before, but this close up, it was something else.
I noted the nice length of his cock, the wiry hair at his groin, the pearl of precome at the tip, wondering how any of it might feel against my fingers or my mouth. But I didn’t want him to think our mutual jerk-off session had gone astray, so I averted my eyes and opted for some humor.
“Damn,” I said as I fisted my cock. “I think your dick is nicer than mine.”
“Doubt it,” he replied in a hoarse voice. “Yours is thicker.”
I wanted to offer for him to test my thickness himself, which of course was just a far-fetched fantasy. Besides, if he put his hands on me, I’d immediately shoot.
“Eh, doesn’t really matter. It’s what you do with it,” I said as a pretty flush rose on his cheeks. Pretty? Not sure I’d ever thought that about another guy before. But him sitting there looking all shy, with a string of his seed sticking to his stomach, was a sight to behold.
It’s what you do with it. Had I really just said that?
Maclain was gripping the comforter instead of his shaft, as if he didn’t remember how to get himself off. Or maybe he was still working up the courage.
He watched avidly as I wrapped a fist around the base of my cock and stroked upward to collect the precome with my thumb, spreading it on the downstroke.
He tried to swallow the deep groan that erupted from his throat but failed miserably as he finally took hold of his own length and clenched it firmly.
Thank fuck. We’re in this together.
Didn’t matter right then whether he said it aloud or not.
I rubbed my cock as I watched him work his shaft, giving his wrist a flick as he neared the crown. Ah, fuck. I felt my spine tingling with a familiar feeling, so I reached down to palm my sac to stave off my orgasm.
Maclain watched me, his eyes glazing over, his lip between his teeth.
“Do you like when someone plays with your balls?”
His face grew even pinker as he nodded.
“Show me,” I said with a moan.
With only a moment’s hesitation, his fingers moved down to roughly fondle each of his nuts. Fuck, that was hot. His hand stroked faster as he watched me work myself over. He kept looking into my eyes before studying my groin again, and fuck if I didn’t want to know what he was thinking—or feeling.
My underwear had drifted down to my ankles, so I kicked out of them and scooted back, getting more comfortable on the bed. When he did the same, I knew he was all in. Now I could see how hairy his balls were, and I wondered about other parts of his body as well. I’d seen his tight ass on more than one occasion—and now I couldn’t get the image out of my head.
“Has anyone ever played with your ass?” I asked him.