Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I quickened my strokes. The combination of the video, the sounds coming from it, and the rumble of Eric’s voice as he spoke about getting fucked for the first time—it made me overheat, flames licking up my sides and spreading through me as if my blood had been swapped with motor oil.
“I thought you were strictly a top?”
He chuckled, slapping his hard cock against his open palm. I curled my toes and rubbed on my tightening balls. “I mostly top, but I can’t be letting you bottoms have all the P-spot fun, can I? Something about being on my fours with a hard dick sliding in and out of me drives me fucking feral.”
God damn it. It took everything I had to stick to the boundaries we set up. I knew, just fucking knew, that if I reached over and held him in my hands, if I jerked him off until he shot his load, I’d only fall harder for him. Harder than I was already falling.
Fallen.
“Fuuuck,” I said in a hiss, dropping my head onto the cushioned headrest and closing my eyes.
“Getting close?” Eric asked, his voice low. I could almost feel his breath against my skin. Or was I imagining that? The way I imagined his hand stroking my cock instead of my own.
I nodded, jerking off a little harder, applying more pressure. The sounds of both our fists slapping against skin competed with the gurgling sounds coming from Eric’s phone. I opened my eyes, seeing that the twink had managed to get nearly half of the dick down his throat before he had to come up gasping for air.
I looked to Eric’s rock-hard cock. He had his feet touching, legs open as if in a stretch.
“Do it, Colt. I want to see you nut.”
It was all I needed. As if Eric stood behind me on the cliff, pushing me off it with his words alone. I came all over my shirt, my legs kicking out as my balls emptied themselves with shot after shot of cum. As my orgasm subsided, Eric’s took over. He announced it with a grunt. His body stiffened as his cock exploded with ropes of his seed.
“Ohh, fuck,” I said, watching as he released, his eyes shut and his grip tight around the base of his pulsing cock. The cum slowed to a dribble, sliding down the side of his knuckles and shaft.
I dropped my head back onto the headboard, chuckling, the porn still playing between us. Eric picked up his phone and turned the video off, laughing like I was.
“Damn,” he said as he got up from the bed. He took off his shirt in a way that kept most of the cum off him. “That was fun.”
“Fun is putting it lightly.” I stole a glance at Eric before he disappeared into the bathroom. He was so fucking sexy. He had a furry chest with some hair trailing down and over his belly, making me want to rub my hands all over him. He walked away and gave me a view of that fuzzy peach-shaped ass of his, jiggling as he crossed the bedroom.
Well… I was hard again.
Thankfully, my body calmed down by the time Eric came back from the bathroom, which happened to be just as the clock struck twelve and my phone buzzed with a notification about a Zoom invite.
“Book club time,” I said, dressed and feeling like a million bucks, the book on my lap and an easy smile on my face.
21
ERIC RUIZ
I floated on cloud nine.
The mattress must have been secretly swapped off for a cloud in the time I’d spent washing up and coming back out of the bathroom. I’d never come so hard by just using my hand, but being watched by Colton had made jerking off that much hotter, especially since he was stroking himself at the same time. And best of all, neither of us broke any rules in the process. As badly as I wanted to run my tongue up and down his hard shaft, I somehow managed to keep all hands and feet (and lips) to myself.
Back in the spacious bedroom, I grabbed my iPad and set it up on the desk that looked out of an arching window, the heavy beige curtains drawn shut. A hanging planter was tucked into the corner of the room, some of the emerald-green leaves trailing down all the way to the sturdy desk. Colton grabbed a chair from the other side of the room and brought it over to the table.
He looked like a Greek god, wearing a colorful tank top with the sides cut out so that his biceps and obliques were on full display. I could see the V-shaped muscles that curved along his hips and dipped down into the gym shorts he had thrown on. I was reminded of the times we’d just lounge around together in just a pair of basketball shorts, our bodies spent after an hours-long sex session…