Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“This wasn’t how I was expecting to spend this evening.”
“Well, me neither, but here we are. And don’t worry. It’ll be good. Think of it as me helping you jerk off.”
As clinical as he makes it seem, even by sitting in the chair beside the bed, it’s hot as fuck.
While I’m nervous, he’s at ease. Like a man who knows what he’s doing.
His fingers run up and down my hole, then in a circle as he strokes my side with his other hand.
“I’m glad I cut my fingernails before I came over,” he says, and I laugh.
“You ready for a finger?”
I nod, and he slides his index finger—just the tip—in. This is much more exciting than when I was trying to do it to myself.
I close my eyes, relaxing into the sensation as he massages back and forth, subtle movements, lulling me into the experience.
I take deep breaths. It’s not a terrible feeling, but it’s not like the best feeling in the world either.
“I think I can do another,” I say.
Zane presses what I assume is his middle finger against the edge, making room.
I was expecting discomfort or uneasiness, but Zane is cautious, taking his time for my hole to make space for him. He’s able to get farther back, when a ripple of sensation shoots through me, a wave of heat and nerves radiating outward. “Whoa,” I say.
“There it is,” he whispers, watching my expression as he massages what I definitely know is my prostate, each stroke sending bursts of energy through me. Now I’m shaking, but not from nerves.
I close my eyes, rolling my head back against my pillow, letting Zane have his way with my hole as I get lost in the sensations rushing through me, Zane in total control of this experience.
“Another,” I beg. I just want more.
I hear him snicker. He must love how hungry I am for this, and fuck, he should enjoy it.
There’s the pressure of a third finger, and as he slips back to that spot, I find myself enjoying the combination of the pressure and those sensations as he teases my prostate.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I put my hand to my nipple, massaging like I sometimes do when I’m on my own.
“Do you like your nipples played with?” he asks.
“What? Oh, yeah.”
As I open my eyes, he says, “Here, let me.”
He licks the fingers on his free hand and then pinches them gently around my nipple, stimulating it and my prostate at the same time, working my body like he’s playing an instrument.
My dick is so hard, it’s fucking throbbing, and a bead of precum leaks onto my belly.
As another series of sensations takes me higher, I lock eyes with him as he tortures my body with his touch, driving my nerves wild as they spark all around. I grab my cock and stroke.
“Hey, no, no,” he says, almost as if panicking, which makes me stop. “Do you mind if I play with it for a bit?”
“You’re not gonna stop what you’re doing?” Now I’m the one panicking, not wanting him to stop his work that’s got my hips shifting with his movements as my fingertips buzz with sensation.
“I don’t have to,” he says with a smile. “Scoot closer to the edge.”
I obey, and he leans forward until his head’s at my crotch. His tongue runs up and down my cock.
“Holy fuck,” I say as he offers a steady, rhythmic series of strokes inside me.
I figure he might try to blow me, but he just keeps on like that as he applies more pressure to my prostate and nipple.
My body twitches and jerks in his hold, and he presses his lips against the base of my shaft, sucking along the edge, applying pressure with it between my belly and his mouth.
I can feel a familiar urgency pushing through me…
Right on the edge…
Every nerve in my body fucking activated…
“I’m gonna come, Zane.” He speeds up his mouth against my shaft and gives my prostate the extra caress it needs to send me over the edge, shooting across my stomach as I’m lost in a sea of bursts and jolts, twisting and contorting as I lose control of my body until I finally regain some of my senses again.
I feel more warmth on my belly and realize Zane’s licking up the mess I made, sucking until it’s all cleaned up.
With his fingers still inside me, he looks up, a trail of cum dripping from his bottom lip back onto me. He beams, wearing a cocky smirk, surely because he knows everything that just happened was his doing.
And I’m suddenly aware of what this interest in my ass was all about.
And why I was right to let Zane be the man who showed me exactly how good it could feel.
10
ZANE
I can feel him dripping down my chin.