Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Sure, it is. You put your foot on your partner’s dick and…rub.”
“Seems like you’d get a foot cramp after a while.”
Elliot shrugged. “I’ve never gotten off from it, but it’s decent foreplay.”
“Really? There are so many other better forms of foreplay.”
He tossed his controller onto the coffee table and opened his arms. “Okay, bring it, Marquette. Name your top three forms of foreplay.”
“Uh.” I bit my bottom lip. I hoped like hell my face wasn’t beet red and that he didn’t notice my dick trying to poke a hole through my shorts. “You go first.”
“All right.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully and turned to face me, so our knees touched. “Kissing, touching—and I know that’s general, so it has to be based on what your partner likes. What do you like better, having your dick stroked or your ass fingered?”
Okay, I wasn’t just a little hard now. I was on fire. “Uh…my ass.”
Elliot let his gaze travel south, lingering on my mouth before moving to the obscene bulge in my shorts. “How many fingers?”
“Two.”
“You’ve taken three. Think you could take four?”
I gulped. “No. Um…three is good. What about you?”
“Same. But I prefer to have my dick sucked.”
“Oh.”
Elliot traced my jaw with a featherlight touch, then made his way down my chest, watching that single digit as though he wasn’t in control of it.
“Take your shirt off,” he commanded, gripping my shaft through the nylon barrier. I licked my lips and obeyed, tilting my hips to meet his fist. He leaned in and kissed my neck, just under my ear. “Good boy. Now show me your dick.”
“Like this?” I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my shorts and released my cock. It was so hard, it smacked against my lower abs with a thump.
“Fuck, you have a gorgeous cock. That’s a lot of precum, baby. Don’t touch yourself. That’s mine.”
I inspected the pearl of precum on my slit, moaning aloud when he bent to lick it. “Uh, I…oh, fuck.”
Elliot flattened his tongue over my wide mushroom head, then made a lazy circle around my crown.
“Now. Stroke it,” Elliot whispered.
I hesitated for a beat before wrapping my fingers around my shaft. The pressure felt good, but I wanted him to tell me how far I could go. No…I needed it. I loved when he took control. These private power plays turned me on like nothing ever had.
Elliot curled his fingers over mine and squeezed until I let go. Then he stroked my cock from base to tip with an expert twist of his wrist. I hummed, lifting my hips and setting my hand on his shoulder.
He applied a little more pressure and quickened the tempo, jacking me with short, quick strokes followed by longer, teasing ones. He kept his eyes glued to mine as he stuck his tongue out and licked the seam of my mouth. When I tried to kiss him, he pulled out of my reach.
I tugged at his T-shirt in frustration and yanked it over his head. I raked my fingers over his bare skin and grabbed a fistful of his hair as Elliot twisted his tongue around mine in a possessive kiss. He pulled back for oxygen and met my fiery gaze when I pressed my palm against his erection through his shorts.
“I want to suck you. Please,” I begged.
Elliot nodded and stood to push his shorts down his long legs. His cock swayed proudly in front of him. We engaged in a funny sort of standoff, jacking our dicks while we shamelessly checked each other out. I admired his cut abs and the light dusting of hair pointing south from his belly button to his cock, then watched him stroke himself languidly…like he had all the time in the world and there was nothing else he’d rather be doing.
“Don’t let this go to your head, but damn, you’re a fucking god,” he purred.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you. Come closer. Let me touch you.”
He perched one knee on the edge of the sofa and inclined his chin as though granting permission. Fuck, that was hot. I stroked him in time with the steady rhythm I set on my own cock, twisting my wrist occasionally, the way I knew he liked it. Then I switched my grip to trace the veins along his length and cup his balls, rolling them one at a time. Elliot moaned at the sensation, setting his hand on my shoulder to steady himself.
The slight shift in position brought him closer to me. Not exactly inches from my mouth, but it was all the invitation I required. I leaned forward until his gorgeous cock tapped my lower lip before opening my mouth wide and swallowing him whole.
Elliot hummed his approval. I’d had a lot of practice lately, and I turned into an enthusiastic cocksucker if I did say so myself. And for some reason, I was pretty good at deep throating. I clutched his ass, pulling his cheeks apart as I sucked him to the root. I backed off and met his gaze.