Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Not that. This. The whole taking your time thing. Kissing. Touching. Treating me…special.”
“That’s a shame.” I ran my tongue across the slippery material stretching tight against his hard cock. “Because you are special.”
Strangely, none of this felt that new or different to me. Yes, Avery was a guy, but every caress felt so right that I kept forgetting I was supposed to be a newbie.
“You deserve all the foreplay. I love doing this, taking my time, getting us both amped up.”
“Tell me you’re as hard as me,” he demanded. “Can’t be just for me.”
“Oh, I’m hard.” I moved so my dick brushed his leg. “Trust me, we’re both going to get off. But I really want to try this first.”
Avery made a noise that wasn’t quite a protest but wasn’t an enthusiastic yes either.
“You made oral seem like the most fun ever. Let me try.”
“Like I’m gonna say no to that.” He pushed his hips toward me, making his cock drag along my jaw. We both moaned as I yanked his panties down. His cock happily sprang free, bobbing toward me. I took it in my fist, and already its weight and heft felt familiar.
Avery didn’t seem inclined to give me pointers, watching me through expectant eyes, so I continued my easy, teasing exploration, lots of broad strokes of my tongue mixed with little flicks. He tasted like skin with a faint whiff of soap, a little salty toward the tip and more earthy toward the base, and I loved all those contrasts.
“Please. More.” He made a needy noise as he wriggled against the bed.
“I’ve got you, baby.” I took him deep into my mouth. I’d never been one to gag easily, so I let myself find a comfortable depth and pace. I always liked a little tongue action with sucking, so I tried that, and Avery’s whole body arched upward.
Chuckling softly, I pinned him more securely and did it again. This time he made a keening noise that had me needing to grind against the bed.
“Fuck. Close.”
“Good.” I dove back down on his cock, but he shoved at my shoulder.
“Wait. Don’t wanna come.” His abs and thighs were shaking, and his dick leaked more against my tongue before I released it.
“Liar.” I laughed huskily.
“But you said wait. I want to wait for you. Do it together.” The strain in his voice hit me square in the chest. Fuck. Simple words, but so many complicated feels. Avery was everything I’d ever wanted in a partner.
I’d meant more that he should wait for himself, drawing the pleasure out, but I also wasn’t going to turn down some mutual fun, especially since he asked so nicely. Shifting around, I shed my boxers and straddled his thighs.
“This okay?”
“Yeah. Hold me down some more.” Avery’s voice was all dreamy now, and power surged through me. Me. I’d done that, made him so comfortable and blissed out. I pressed his shoulder securely against the bed while my other hand fumbled for the discarded panties.
“Malik.” He made a needy noise.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Aligning our cocks, I used the panties around my fist to stroke us both at the same time. Between the underwear and the novelty of two cocks in my hand, I was rapidly losing control. “Let me get us both there.”
“Yes. Both of us.” His eyes bored into mine, so blue and intense. He fucked into my grip as much as I let him move, but he also moaned every time I used my weight on his thighs to restrict his bucking and wriggling.
The panties were sexy as fuck, but starting to chafe. Discarding them, I grabbed the lotion I’d stashed on the nightstand, got my fist all slippery. Avery liked it tight and fast, but I needed some lube for that level of friction. Judging by his groan when I returned my hand to our cocks, Avery liked the lotion, and he started to pant with every slide of my fist.
“Malik, I’m gonna come.” He sounded so needy and desperate that my blood surged, cock pulsing against his. And like I could deny that request when my own body hurtled toward the same place.
“Then do it, baby. I’m right there with you.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” he chanted. “Wanna feel you shoot.”
“Fuck, yes.” I stroked faster, needing us both there.
“Tighter.” His body bowed upward, even with my weight holding him down. “Harder…oh. That. Coming.”
He was such a vision that I started shaking when he came, every muscle tensing as he shot all over my fist and his stomach. The increased slipperiness did it for me, making me shout his name as I came too. I shot so hard my balls ached, and my body collapsed next to him as I shuddered, waves of pleasure continuing even after the last spurt. It felt like we’d run a marathon together, made it up a mountain, transformed by the race itself as much as the finish.