Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Yes, he sure is. What can I help you with?” I asked as my head started to clear of the fog that sleeping deeply always produced.
My mom smiled. “Your dad used to have abs like that. God, he used to be so very handsome. But then we had you, and I got fat, and then your daddy said if I was allowed to gain weight, then he was allowed to also. Is this the Sebastian boy your brother’s been talking about?”
My brother was such a little shit.
No. He was a big shit.
There was a difference.
Standing up, taking the comforter with me to conceal my own nakedness, I walked out of the hotel’s large room and into the bathroom. I closed the door quietly, trying not to wake Sebastian, seeing as we’d only just gone to bed a little over three hours ago.
The man had been bound and determined to forget why he’d come to Oklahoma. And he’d used my body to help him forget.
Just thinking about the night we’d just shared made heat rise to my cheeks.
“Wow, you should really use some foundation on those hickeys. You don’t want to have people staring at that all day.” My mom advised, making my eyes snap to the mirror.
Sure enough, I did have a very large hickey on the side of my neck, where my shoulder met my neckline. I also had beard burn on both sides of my neck, and a couple of places on my chest that I could see.
“Wow.” I said, surprised.
“I just wanted to call and tell you that dad and I got new phones. I found this little feature this morning when Katy called me using it. Your brother had told me about it last night, and I’d intended to use it to call her later, except she surprised me first. Your brother probably got a little bit of an eye full.”
I knew I shouldn’t ask, but my insane curiosity goaded and nudged until I asked. “What would he get an eye full of?”
My mother smiled. “Your dad and I were in the shower. Let’s just say, it was good that it was him calling first, before giving the phone to Katy.”
I snorted. Oh yes, my brother was probably scarred for life.
“Is there a point to this seven in the morning wakeup call?” I finally asked.
“No. I just wanted to talk to you about that young man in your bed. How about you call me tomorrow and fill me in, okay? We’ll be coming to visit, as scheduled, at the first of October. Don’t forget, okay?”
After agreeing to call my mother tomorrow, I scrolled through my messages and texted my brother.
Me- So you got a good look at dad’s weenie, did you?
Luke- Fuck you.
Snickering, I placed my phone on the bathroom counter, did a quick clean up, and used the facilities before making my way back into the room.
Sebastian was now on his stomach.
The sheet had slipped to the floor again, giving me an unencumbering view of his nicely muscled ass. As well as other, more significant, body parts.
With his foot slightly raised to the side as it was, it allowed me a good view of the boys, as well as his penis that was lying parallel to his bent leg. This was the first time I’d actually seen it not hard. The man had an inane ability to stay hard, regardless of the fact that he’d just come or not.
As I walked up to the side of the bed, I had to stifle a giggle.
Last night, after the second time, Sebastian had to leave the bed to dispose of his used condom; Sebastian decided to bring the trashcan to the end of the bed for expedience. I, personally, thought the man was genius. His practicality meant I didn’t have to let go of him for more than a few moments.
Moving the trashcan to the side with my foot, I crawled up behind the sleeping man, and settled on my knees, ass to calves. I’d woken up many times in the night to the man with his face buried between my splayed thighs, or my ass in the air and Sebastian’s hard cock tunneling into me.
Now it was my turn.
Reaching out tentatively, I ran one lone finger down the velvety skin of his scrotum. I’d softly cupped his balls in my palm, rolling them around my hand as I used to do with my Chinese Baoding balls. The Baoding balls were supposedly healing and meditative, allowing one to relax while they used them.
Well, I felt anything but relaxed holding Sebastian’s balls in the palm of my hand. In fact, the dampness between my clenched thighs, and the pulsating feeling coursing through my core spoke of anything but calm.
Then the pattern of Sebastian’s breathing changed. It went from steady and smooth, to shallow and ragged.
The size of his cock was anything but soft.
In fact, it nearly tripled in size, and a small drop of milky white pre-come oozed from the tip, falling to the bed.
I didn’t stop playing with his testicles even though I knew he was awake.
I’d yet to explore the man as thoroughly as he’d explored me, and it was time to reciprocate.
“Do you have any fantasies?” I asked him.
“I dream about fucking your tits. Then coming all over them.”
His voice was sleep roughened, and it took everything I had not to urge him onto his back and ride him like there was no tomorrow.
“That’s it?” I asked, finally letting my hand let his sac go.
His testicles fell softly against the white sheet underneath, and I moved my hands so they rested on the back of his thighs, and then further up to his lower back.
He had two indentions at the top of his back where the muscles were so honed that they stood out blatantly, even with him laying down.
I let my extended nipples trail over his ass, teasing them back and forth. His breath hitched, and I smiled. “I don’t mind you doing that. In fact, it sounds like something I’d love to do. Just not quite yet.”