Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
You need to hold back, the voice tells me. You can’t orgasm yet. It is too soon, and Cole’s warm, wet mouth is engulfing your throbbing cock one sensitive inch at a time.
The more I clench Cole’s hair, the deeper I feel his mouth go.
I think I’m inadvertently encouraging him.
My body wages war against the insurmountable pleasure that is flooding every part of my body right now. It’s a tug-of-war, in fact: just me on one side, pulling against a team of powerful Coles who are bringing me with one muscular tug at a time toward the messy, exciting, pleasurable pit of orgasm in the center.
It’s a lose-win situation I’m happy to be in.
“Cole …” I whimper.
His tongue bathes my cock as he continues to swallow more and more of me. I’m teetering on the brink. Each and every second that passes pulls me closer.
He starts to run his mouth up and down my cock, slowly and steadily, keeping a perfect rhythm.
Something about that perfect rhythm makes it even harder to hold back. The way he gives me pleasure in timed waves of his lips gliding up, lips gliding down. The way my body anticipates each slippery stroke of his tongue. The way my cock reacts, forced onto the edge, riding it whether it wants to or not, just from the perfect way Cole handles it.
The way he trains my body to rely on his mouth.
Drawing me closer and closer.
My heart, raging and happy.
“Cole … I-I’m about to …”
With surprising finesse, he slides my throbbing wet cock right out of his mouth and lets his soft hand take over without missing a beat. I have nothing to cling to but Cole’s wet hair, feeling as if I’m hanging off the end of the earth, just one tap away from falling.
He rises to his feet as he continues stroking me below.
His eyes lock onto mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Noah.” His words blend into the white noise of the shower, yet ring crystal clear in my ears. “You’re such a beautiful person. I wish you could see you through my eyes.”
I lean forward and catch his lips with mine.
Just that touch is enough to send me over the edge.
For the second time tonight.
Instinctually, he slows his strokes down as I come. My breaths turn jagged. My hands fall to his back, where I nearly claw with an urgent desperation as I feel myself empty. Something about the way he slows down makes me erupt even harder. Our kissing gains momentum as I cling to him, flying over the clouds, weightless.
I don’t know when it happens, but suddenly we’re just holding each other under the water, kissing. His hand is still down there, but it’s stopped, and my cock pulses as it calms down, dribbling its last drops of pleasure, spent and happy. His other hand caresses my cheek as we softly kiss.
It seems like neither of us wants to stop kissing.
So we don’t.
Maybe we aren’t ready for this moment to end.
“I swear, I could kiss you for hours,” says Cole.
I sigh happily against his face. “There goes the world we were trying to save, wasting all this water.”
He gives either of my cheeks a playful kiss, then zeroes in on my eyes. “How about we finish up before we drain Spruce’s water supply dry, then?”
I smile at him, feeling giddy and outside of myself. Then my smile falters. “But what about you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. No need to reciprocate.” He grins as he puts another kiss on my lips, then strokes my hair. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t totally my pleasure to help you experience something amazing. That’s enough satisfaction for me.”
I return his kiss. “Are you sure?”
“Kiss me again and tell me this face isn’t sure.”
I kiss him again. Then again.
And again.
The rest of the shower is a dream. We wash each other. I play with his hair as I massage shampoo into it. He does the same to me while facing me and wearing a cute smirk. He slaps me on the ass at one point, surprising me, and then we’re back to hugging under the water as the steam swirls around us.
We’ve done the world no favors today—and certainly not the water bill, either. It is a statistical certainty that despite our efforts, we have drained Spruce’s water supply tonight.
“Do you wonder if we’re someone else’s train town on a card table in a guestroom?” asks Cole later when we’re in front of the bathroom mirror brushing our teeth. He’s only in a towel. His bare, toned chest still has beads of water clinging to it like they’re in love with him, desperate not to evaporate or be wiped away, hanging on for dear life. Trust me, water droplets, I get it.
“Someone else’s what?” I ask, my mouth full of toothbrush.