Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Our mouths were still fused and I was still jacking him like it was my job, but my brain was stuck on that nasty slide along my crease…up and down, up and down. I added my dick to the equation, lining our shafts up and jerking us between both hands. I was leaking like a sieve and it only got worse when he tapped his finger against my hole.
I released us, afraid I’d explode way too soon if I didn’t take a breath and reset. “Holy shit. What are you doing?”
Stupid question. I knew what he was doing. He’d done it a dozen times already.
Actually, he’d done much more than graze my entrance. Rimming and finger-fucking were new staples in the bedroom. The first time he’d finger-fucked me, I’d blinked through a blissed-out haze and told myself that couldn’t happen again. It was just too much. Too gay, too exposing, too fucking hot…
But I was greedy for him. His touch set me on fire. I needed his tongue in my hole, his fingers—not one or two…three, please—inside me. I wanted to be stretched open, on the verge of pain while he sucked me like a popsicle on a summer day.
I loved it and he knew it. My orgasms wracked my body and reduced me to a puddle of goo every damn time.
I’d stopped questioning this a while ago. It was too much work to deny I wanted this, and it wasn’t as if we were hurting anyone. We were single and free to do whatever the hell we wanted in the bedroom. If he wanted to suck me off while he fingered my ass, I rolled out the red carpet—legs open, dick drooling—and begged him for more.
And yeah, I returned the favor. Not to brag, but I’d become pretty damn decent at giving a blowjob. Not as good as Jean-Claude, but hey…practice makes perfect, right?
The thing is…I was acutely aware of what we weren’t doing. Did he want to fuck me? Did I want that?
Yeah, I thought I did.
Every time he slid his finger or his tongue inside me, I imagined it was his cock. He was big, though, and it might hurt, but you know…the thought of riding the edge of pain to share pleasure with him did something for me.
So when he brushed that finger over my hole, I shivered at the very idea.
Jean-Claude tapped the sensitive skin again, nuzzling my neck. “You want more?”
See? He read me like a book.
I gulped. “Yeah.”
He spit on the digit, then massaged my hole, slipping the tip of his forefinger inside. That should have been gross, but no…it was off-the-charts hot.
“Like that?”
“More,” I grunted.
He licked my earlobe. “More what?”
“More everything. Please.”
“You want my tongue?” He bit my shoulder. “Inside you?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes. No.”
He brushed my prostate, sending a shockwave through my body. “No? Okay, we can do this. Or…we can try a toy. Have you ever used a dildo?”
“A what?” I pushed out of his arms and frowned.
“A dildo. You know…” He made a lewd gesture.
“I know what it is,” I huffed. “And no, I’ve never used one. What would I do with a dildo?”
“You would put it in your ass. I’ll show you.” He marched to his nightstand and pulled a ten inch toy from a drawer along with a bottle of lube.
“I—what? I—no, I’m not putting that in my ass. Has it been in yours?”
Jean-Claude shrugged in that casual French-Canadian way of his. “Sure. It’s been a while, but this is a good one. Not too big, you know? And don’t you dare ask me if it’s been washed. You should know me well enough to know I wouldn’t leave a dirty toy in my drawer, eh?”
I chuckled in spite of my apprehension. “I know, I know. I—what’s happening here?”
“We’re going to try something new. You like fingers, you like my tongue…maybe you’d like this. I call him Pierre, but you can change the name if you like. Allez.”
“Wait. I don’t want the toy, Jean-Claude.” I curled my fingers around his shaft and squeezed. “I want your dick.”
He dropped the toy into the drawer and picked up a condom. “You’re sure?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I might not like it, but we both know this was where we were always going, so let’s…do it.”
His nostrils flared as he nodded. “Get on your knees on the bed. Let me look at you.”
I finished undressing in a rush, flung my clothes and shoes somewhere near his, and scrambled to obey. I got on all fours and glanced over to see him stroking himself leisurely as though he had all the time in the world.
“Hurry. My dick is kind of into the idea now. I don’t want to give myself too much time to think.”
Jean-Claude snickered softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can’t think at all. Just relax and show me your ass. Open for me…that’s it. Ah, very nice.”