Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Because you’re so big.” He groaned, rocking like he was seeking out my cock right that damn minute. His hard cock bobbed in front of him, shiny precome glistening in the afternoon sunlight.
“Uh-huh. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” He pushed down against my fingers, taking them deeper, setting his own pace. “Want to feel it.”
I had to groan right along with him. “Oh, you will.”
The next time Cal rocked downward, I curved my fingers, pressing both into his prostate.
“Wow.” Shuddering, he took several sharp breaths. “What…?”
“You’ve never felt that before?” I worked the spot over, finding the angle and pressure that had him moaning.
“More lack of imagination.” He chuckled and then groaned as I retreated. “Again. Harder.”
“Thrill seeker.” I responded with featherlight brushes of my fingers across his gland and shallow thrusts. “I decide how hard.”
“Holden.” Cal’s voice came out as a whine. I rewarded his raw emotion with a harder, deeper pass that set him to trembling and gasping. “Now. Please now.”
No way could I resist any longer myself. I reached down and generously slicked my cock. Not using a condom made me feel strangely exposed and raw like every nerve ending was right there for Cal to stomp on. Not that he would, but my abs still fluttered.
“Sit back.” Using one hand to steady my cock, I placed the other on his hip to guide him. “Lower down. Easy.”
“Ah.” Cal made a noise somewhere between discomfort, frustration, and need. For my part, I tensed my muscles, using all my willpower to hold still and not thrust.
“Go as slow as you need,” I gritted out.
“Need this.” Cal moaned, pushing down to take more of my cock, broad head pushing past his tight ring of muscles to slip deeper. I moaned too, especially when he started to rock, taking a little more with each pass. Greedy little sounds escaped his throat. “More. Oh God.”
My cock pulsed, possibly its hardest ever, and his slick, hot, tight ass brought me ever closer to climax. I clamped down around the urge to come, though, and stroked his side and stomach before grasping his cock. “Move however you want, baby. Make it good.”
“Want to make it good for you too.” His breath came in little huffs.
“Trust me, if it gets any more good, I will come right now.”
“Oh?” Cal seemed determined to test that theory, rocking harder and faster. And then he went for bonus points, clenching his inner muscles.
I groaned, the pain of not coming a real thing. “Damn. You’re amazing, Cal.”
“Good.” He rode me more urgently, each pass bringing more moans from both of us. His cock slid through my grip, his copious precome slicking my palm. “Please,” he demanded. “Please.”
Any determination I’d had of holding out fled in the face of his begging, his clear need, the evidence of how much he loved this, and the intensity of doing it bare. I’d never felt closer to another human, and it wasn’t simply the skin-to-skin contact. It was the raw emotions flickering on Cal’s face, the way his eyes kept fluttering shut only to open and bore into my soul, a connection unlike any other.
“Do it, baby. Get both of us there.” With my other hand, I yanked the binding around his wrists. As I’d expected, Cal moaned louder at the reminder of the restraint, flexing his arms to intensify the stretch. I stroked his cock faster, knowing the sort of friction Cal loved, and he arched his back, whole body bowing.
“Don’t stop,” he gasped like that was an actual option.
“Never. Come on, Cal. Come all over me.” I barely got the request out before he was coming, long spurts that painted both our hands, my chest, and, amazingly, my jaw.
“Holden.” He said my name like a dying prayer, and that did it for me even more than the erotic sight of him coming.
“Say my name again,” I demanded, finally giving in to the urge to rock myself, thrusting up hard and fast.
“Holden. Holden, please come in me.” He trembled, shuddering harder as I came, the reminder that we were doing this bare making every sensation that much sharper. I could feel his heat, how my cock slid easier as I came, the clench of his muscles, his pulse, and every harsh breath. My heightened awareness extended to the pleasure itself, each cell having an unrivaled experience from my pinkie toe to the top of my head, like my body was suddenly vibrating on a higher frequency.
“Fuck, yeah.” Cal celebrated my orgasm even more than his own, groaning along with me and grinning down at me as I floated back to earth.
“I’ll say.” I was beyond dazed, leaving him to pepper my face with kisses until I remembered I was supposed to be untying his wrists. I gave him a lopsided grin as I did just that. “Oops. Sorry.”