Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I reveled in the sensation of my mouth being so full and the taste he provided before pulling his cock out and quickly asking, “Do you mind if I play around back there?”
“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I won’t be complaining about that at all.”
Considering how we’d played around in Parlaisa, I figured that would be fine, but I was relieved to hear him say it.
I licked my middle and forefinger and pleasured his hole while continuing to work his cock with my mouth, determined to make up for my inexperience and give Keegan back what he was giving me. As I offered a gentle massage against his hole, his dick expanded in my mouth.
I noticed Keeg was using his hand to help stroke what he couldn’t fit of me into his mouth straight away, and I did the same with him. At the same time, I worked my fingers inside him slowly, steadily, paying careful attention to every movement he made, making sure that if at any point he stiffened or got uneasy, I would cease. I refused to be any sort of negative experience for Keegan. If anything, I wanted to be the best fuck he ever had, the guy he would look back on and compare everyone else to, always dissatisfied, because I was number one. As I pushed back a little farther, I felt that tender, familiar sensation, and he stopped his own work as he seemed to just revel in that.
“Oh God,” he said as he leaned back.
I looked at him, watching his expression. “Just lie down and enjoy it, Hot Lips. Lie back and let me do this for you.”
He didn’t resist. He seemed to have a thing for taking orders from me.
I slid the panties down his legs but kept them bound around his thighs. I put my fingers back inside him, navigating back to that spot, watching him writhe about, his lips twisted into a smile like he couldn’t bear how happy he was.
“How does that feel?”
“So fucking good.”
“That’s the way it’s supposed to be,” I told him.
A bead of precum slid from the head of his cock. I leaned down and ran my tongue over it, taking it in, enjoying the flavor unique to Keegan, then took him into my mouth again and went back to blowing him.
He rested his hand on my head, encouraging me right along as he continued jerking about beneath me.
He moaned.
Fucking called out my name.
“Owen, I want it…”
I pulled my fingers out of him and rested my hand against his side. He wasn’t shaking the way he had been earlier, which set me at ease.
“Fuck me, O. Fuck me, please.”
I pondered it. Hell, I wanted it, surely as badly as he did. But I wasn’t going to do anything that made him uneasy. And unlike that fucker Brad, I would actually make sure he was having a good time.
“O, I appreciate your concern, but I can fucking take care of myself and figure out when I deserve to have a dick inside me.”
He was right. I still didn’t think it was the best idea for us to jump into this so quickly, but it wouldn’t be the same as with Brad. We would talk to each other. I didn’t doubt that Keegan would let me know if anything was wrong. And with his body seeming to have relaxed since we’d messed around earlier, I felt more comfortable proceeding and seeing where it took us.
I fetched condoms and lube, which I’d placed in the nightstand before we’d headed on our date. I slid back beside him in the bed, and he gazed at me with eager eyes as I rolled the condom on and prepped with some of the lubricant. When I was ready, I rolled onto my knees and found my way between his legs.
I leaned down and licked his hole. I wanted to work him up, get him ready for my entry. I spent some time rimming him before grabbing some more lube to help him adjust. I worked until I managed three fingers, then popped back up and leaned over him.
He took deep breaths as he gripped my bicep.
“Just talk to me. Let me know how it feels. And promise me you’ll let me know if anything hurts.”
“I promise,” he whispered so softly.
I tilted his cap and leaned down, kissing his forehead, then kissing my way back down to his lips, which tasted like the Sprite he’d had at the movies.
I pressed my cock against his hole, and he rested his free hand on my hip.
“Please, O. I need it. I need you.”
Damn, if he could have said anything to get me more excited, I didn’t know what it was. I pushed in slowly before leaning back.
“Is that okay?”
He smiled. “Yeah, that’s good. Thank you for asking.”