Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to...”
“I want to. Long as you’re cool with it, I’m dying down here, needing to touch you.” Canaan’s breath was warm against Renzo’s boxers, and he nodded before he could overthink it.
“Yes.” Pushing the boxers down, Canaan leaned in, and the look on his face had nothing to do with medical science and everything to do with pure need. Renzo had seen people respond to his cock with intimidation or admiration or occasionally anticipation, but he’d never seen such naked want before. His heart stuttered, next few breaths coming as sharp inhales.
“Damn.” Canaan trailed his fingertips down Renzo’s bare length. He’d flagged a little out of worry, but the soft stroke was all it took to get back to rock hard. “Forget the navy. You really could make a fortune in porn. But I’m a little disappointed...”
“What?” Renzo blinked.
“The way you built it up, I was expecting more of a medical oddity. Alien dick. Tentacles maybe? Not my own personal porn fantasy, brought to life in front of me.”
“You’re a comedian.” Renzo’s voice had more relief than ire in it. Clowning around was far preferable than Canaan looking queasy, that was for sure.
“I’m serious. You’re fucking hot, Ren, and if I don’t get to put my mouth on you, I might expire.”
“Can’t have that.” Renzo’s voice came out huskier than usual, Canaan’s praise going a long way to calming him down.
“That’s a yes?” Canaan’s voice was so damn hopeful as he wrapped a hand around the base of Renzo’s cock.
“Yeah. Don’t feel you have to...” Whatever he’d been trying to say died on a whimper as Canaan’s tongue laved his cockhead.
“Trust me. Obligated is the opposite of what I’m feeling. More like so turned on I might come in my jeans, just from playing with you.”
“Come back up here. I’ll get you off first.” That was how this was supposed to work anyway. He’d get Canaan off, then worry about himself.
But Canaan only laughed. “No way. I’m having fun.”
“Well, in that case...” He let his head fall back against the wall as Canaan resumed his torture, long, soft strokes of his tongue all around the crown. Not even trying to take the cock in his mouth, Canaan spent a long time just licking and teasing and generally driving Renzo out of his mind. Jerking the base with a sure grip, Canaan kept moaning and sighing as he continued the onslaught.
“Not kidding. I could totally come just from this. Fuck, you are so hot.”
“Show me. Get your cock out.” His voice sounded distant, a level of command he seldom reached in the bedroom.
“Hell yes.” Canaan let go of Renzo’s cock long enough to pull out his own dick, then moved so he could stroke Renzo with one hand and himself with the other. Renzo didn’t have a ton of up-close comparison, but he supposed Canaan’s cock would be considered average. However, to him, it was the fucking sexiest thing he’d ever seen, plump oval head and dusky shaft with a thick vein wrapping around it.
“Wanna suck you. But fuck, you look hot, jerking it. Turning me on.”
“Yeah?” Canaan went right back to licking and torturing Renzo. He was damn good at coordinating his hand and mouth, using how slippery he’d made the cock as sort of lube to make jacking the base easier, thumb sweeping up and down the shaft while he focused on the cockhead with his mouth.
“More.” Renzo had to fist his hands at his side to keep from burying them in Canaan’s hair.
“Like this?” Opening wide, Canaan took the cockhead in his mouth, sucking and teasing even as he stayed shallow and kept stroking the shaft.
“Oh fuck yes.” Renzo should be telling him that he didn’t have to do this, but hell if he could find the words, could stop the need and want coursing through him. And even better than Canaan’s mouth was the sounds he was making—groans and sighs and little moans as he kept stroking himself with his left hand. The vision of him on his knees, mouth stretched around Renzo’s cock, jerking himself off, was the single hottest thing Renzo had ever seen.
“That’s it. Get yourself there.” He didn’t recognize the gruff voice coming out of his throat, saying filthy things to Canaan. “Jerk that dick for me. Want you to come with my cock in your mouth.”
Canaan’s hand sped up, a level of obedience Renzo hadn’t expected, and fuck, just seeing him follow Renzo’s dirty orders was enough to have his balls tightening.
“Suck harder. Please.” The please was an afterthought to a growled command, one Canaan must have liked, because he moaned and sucked harder, going a little deeper, still using his tongue for the best friction Renzo had ever felt. “That’s it. That’s it.”
Bringing his hand to his shaft, he prepared to finish it himself, not sure if Canaan wanted to swallow, but Canaan batted his hand away. “No way. Want it. Wanna taste it.”