Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He hadn’t known just how much he needed for someone else to take the reins. To set the tone and take care of him. Tomorrow morning, he’d be back living his shitty life, but didn’t want to focus on that when Caspian touched him with so much hunger, licking, rubbing, and sucking without shame.
He looked so damn hot when his cheeks hollowed around the hard prick in his mouth, but it was when their eyes met that Gunner really couldn’t stop himself from squirming with lust. Rough fingers ghosted in the crack of Gunner’s ass, and one of them slid in, reminding Gunner of the times he’d been fucked today, the slight burn added to the pressure mounting in his balls.
He was such a fucking slut for getting dicked.
When the teasing took him over the edge, he grabbed a pillow and put it over his face, arching violently as orgasm ripped through him in hurried waves.
Caspian didn’t pull away, didn’t resist when Gunner rocked against him, fucking the wet, hot vacuum of his mouth, and only let the cock out once it started to soften. He pulled the pillow off Gunner’s face, as if he wanted more than just a pliant body to fuck. The room was still spinning around Gunner’s spent form when Caspian straddled his hips and freed his fat dick with a groan of relief. He spat on his hand, squeezed Gunner’s nipple and grabbed his own cock.
“You’re so hot.”
Despite barely catching his breath, Gunner squeezed Caspian’s thigh. “Come here, I wanna see it up close. I want it so close you drizzle my face with spunk when you come.” His cheeks were on fire when he said it, but this was his one night in the small body, and he would not censor himself.
Yes, he did want cum shooting from that dick on his lips and cheeks. He wouldn’t shower after it happened, and tomorrow, Caspian would wake up with the memento of crusty, dried spunk.
The brown gaze flickered with arousal, and Caspian rolled his hips forward, pointing his meat straight at Gunner as he started jerking off. The thick, purple cockhead kept disappearing in his fist, only to reveal itself again, deliciously slick with pre-cum Gunner wanted to gather with his tongue.
“That’s what you want slut? For me to turn your face into abstract art?” Caspian growled, his cheeks a dark red.
Gunner locked his eyes with Caspian with the thick cock right above his face. “Yes. Go on. Fill my greedy mouth.” He spread his lips and rolled his tongue out in invitation. He’d never been in such a sexual frenzy. Caspian had opened him as if he were a shaken bottle of champagne, and there was no end to his fizz.
Caspian’s thighs tightened around his chest, trembling, and his body stiffened in preparation for what was to come. He let out a frantic grunt and covered Gunner’s eyes with one hand.
Gunner wanted to protest and see the prick erupt straight at him, but when the first splash of salty cum hit his mouth, he held it open, anticipating each and every string of sticky heat marking his flesh.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” Caspian hummed, and his thighs trembled under Gunner’s fingers.
Gunner exhaled when Caspian took his hand away, and once it became clear there was no more cum coming, he stuck his tongue out as far as it could go and scooped the musky liquid. He gathered some cum off his cheek with his fingers and sucked that off too while glancing at Caspian from under lowered eyelids. If only he had a few more days, he’d make Caspian as obsessed with him as it already was the other way around.
“Happy, stud?”
Caspian was still catching his breath when he nodded and leaned in, offering Gunner whatever was left of the cum at the tip of his prick. “Fair warning. Don’t get cum in your eyes. That stuff stings like a motherfucker.”
A ball of cotton candy sprouted in Gunner’s stomach. It wouldn’t stop rolling around and releasing butterflies as Gunner sucked Caspian’s cock clean, wordlessly thanking him for taking such care not to hurt him.
“And you know that from experience?” Gunner teased, stroking up Caspian’s treasure trail and licking spunk off Caspian’s hand when it was offered to him. The salty flavor spread over his tongue and covered his entire mouth, leaving him purring.
Caspian chuckled and rolled to the mattress, lazily trying to kick off his clothes. “It’s a rite of passage,” he said, his eyes flickering with humor as he glanced at Gunner.
“Let me do this for you, since you’re such a gentleman.” Gunner grinned and pulled Caspian’s jeans and underwear off, before relieving him of socks too.
Gunner folded it all on the chair, weirdly emotional about the whole thing, but as he returned to bed, Caspian was already waiting for him under the covers, one arm lifting the comforter in invitation.