Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I nodded. “That makes sense. I…I hope this—us, me—is worth it and what you’re hoping for.”
“Caleb.” Tony straightened so he could cup my face. “You already are. You’re everything I never expected to find and didn’t dare hope for.”
“Oh wow.” I kissed him so he wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes, although he was Tony, and likely, he already knew my emotions were running over.
And then we were kissing, really kissing, living room forgotten, Scotty down the hall forgotten, most of reality forgotten, everything other than each other and how good it felt to reconnect.
I swept a hand under the back of his cotton shirt, loving how he shivered.
“Room?” He stood, offering me a hand up even before I could reply.
“Room.” I gave him a dopey grin as we raced down the hall to my room. Probably not nearly quietly enough, but I tried to shut the door gently before flicking the lock on the knob. “And locked.”
“Bless your landlord for thinking of locking doors.” Tony pulled me to him again, and we traded kisses between removing our clothes.
Our intimate familiarity added another layer of emotions. I’d never known someone else’s body as well as I knew Tony’s. I kissed his chiseled jaw before bending to kiss his collarbones. I knew little things like how his nipples weren’t particularly sensitive, but the spot where his neck and shoulder met could always make him shudder. And bigger things, like that he loved me going down on him, yet he seldom made the request.
“We have to be quiet.” I pushed him toward the bed, not stopping until he was sitting on the edge. I dropped to my knees in front of him as he hissed in a breath.
“Get up here. I want something for both of us.” He lodged the protest, but his bobbing cock in front of my face said he was plenty interested in what I was offering as well.
“This is,” I whispered. “And no more talking.”
“Okay.” As expected, he gave in easily, reclining slightly to brace himself with his arms as he gazed down at me with wonder and anticipation. “Thank—”
“Quiet.” I got stern simply to watch his eyes flash hotter. Also, I hardly needed thanks for something we both loved a great deal.
I started by licking broad stripes around his shaft, treating him like my personal ice cream cone. Focusing on the base and underside of his cock, I purposefully avoided his cockhead until he whimpered.
“Please.”
“No noise,” I reminded him. He pulsed harder under my tongue, which made my own cock that much more insistent. The angle was wrong for being able to rub against the bedframe, so I reached down and gave myself a firm squeeze. I wasn’t kidding about this being for both of us. My desire for other acts like anal could wax and wane, but my love of oral was evergreen. I could happily suck him off daily, and I moaned as I swallowed his cock at last.
“Thank fuck.” He groaned, then clamped his mouth shut. His thighs and abs quivered.
“Love your discovery kink.” I started working him in earnest, long, deep sucks with lots of tongue action. I kept the pace deliberately slow to prolong the torture for him, finding new variations of lips and tongue that made him have to swallow moans.
“Trying…to…be silent,” he whispered.
“You’re doing good.” I grinned around a mouthful of cock. “Neighbors are probably home too. Thin walls. Better keep trying.”
Chuckling with him deep in my throat, I went faster, using the motion of my head and my lips to increase the friction around his cockhead, the way that always seemed to drive him wild.
Predictably, he made soft choking sounds as he bit back his usual moans and groans. Reaching down to my cock again, I jacked myself hard and fast, letting him feel my rising excitement in the low noises I made and the motion of my arm against his legs. He needed to know how very into this I was.
“Close.” His warning was barely audible, so I rewarded him with more suction and speed, no more pausing to prolong the pleasure. Hell, we could have a volcanic event, and I’d keep going, intent on getting us both off. I stroked myself, using my rising pleasure to guide my mouth and other hand, motions becoming more frantic as I got close myself.
Tony huffed, breathing like a territorial animal but somehow managing to not otherwise make a sound. One more loud exhale as I sucked hard, and then he held his breath as he came in big spurts down my throat. This was the part I loved most. The payoff of an orgasm made me feel like a rockstar, and the adrenaline rush fueled my own orgasm.
“Tony,” I whispered as I released his cock.
“Right here. Come on, Caleb. Come for me.”