Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He smiles. “Gladly.”
Our lips meet again, but this time, Perry’s mouth is soft, pliant, and actually moving. His tongue peeks out, my lips slightly parting so he can taste me—and oh, his tongue is in my mouth now, moving with mine. Perry thrusts against me, his hand still on my face so gently, while his tongue leads a dance with mine.
He kisses with his whole body, fingers tickling, body grinding, tongue possessing, and all of it makes my dick throb harder.
I tighten my legs around him again in a move I’ve had done to me, but not one I’ve ever done with anyone but him. I kiss him back, hard, deeper, exploring his mouth too, Perry easing off to let me.
My whole body is thrumming with electricity, like there’s a lightning storm, and I wonder if Perry will get struck by all this want inside me.
“Good?” he asks, pulling away.
“So…so…so good. Being bisexual is the best.”
Perry chuckles, his fingertips dancing down the side of my face—up and down, up and down. I lean into him again, wanting more.
“Someone likes being touched.”
“Yes. Mouth on mine again, please.”
“Jesus, you’re adorable.”
He kisses me like he owns my mouth, and I gladly let him take possession of it. Perry’s hand goes to my hair, tightening in the short strands, his hips rubbing and pumping like…well, like he’s fucking me. The friction through my sweatpants is maybe the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. My thighs quiver, balls pulse, as the world slips away and I arch toward him, body liquefying, pleasure ping-ponging through me as my orgasm takes over.
Oh…that was quick. That was in my pants. That was hot.
“Did you just…”
“I did. I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry. I just wish I didn’t do it so fast.”
He leans down, rubbing his nose against mine. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. It’s hot that you’re so turned on by me that you came in your sweats in, like, five seconds.”
I scowl at him, but it doesn’t hold any heat. “It was longer than that.”
“Was it?” he teases, pressing against me again. His dick is still long and hard and feels really fucking good.
“I’m never going to live this down, am I?”
“Absolutely not.”
My fingers twitch, and I think it’s because I want to touch him, because I’m curious about him, but that’s a big step, and does one just ask if they can touch someone’s dick? If they can see it? I’m not sure of the etiquette here, which is maybe why I’m always the one who gets approached by others. “What about you?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Perry
What about me? I’m about to die, that’s what. For some strange-ass reason, I haven’t hooked up with anyone since I met Theo. I’ve thought about it, talked about it, planned it, but no one grabbed my attention because my annoying little puppy wouldn’t get out of my head.
“Well, hopefully, you don’t leave me with blue balls again.” I try to go for light and teasing, like I’m not on the verge of dying from my need to have an orgasm, but I also don’t want to push him. Sure, he suddenly told me he’s bi and came from just my kissing and frotting, but I’m not sure how comfortable he’s going to feel doing stuff to me. “I’m kidding. I can go jerk off.” I try to get up, but his legs tighten around me again. “Clingy little thing, aren’t you? You’re like an octopus, all tangled around me.”
“I’m not… I didn’t…”
“I’m kidding. It’s hot.”
“Then where are you going? I want to…watch.”
My dick twitches, and I drop my head into his neck again. He smells like cologne and clean sweat, which only makes my cock even more eager for him. “You want to watch me jerk off.”
“Yes. And maybe get out of my cummy clothes. I can’t believe I did that.”
“How are you not freaking out?” The question falls from my mouth without my having planned on asking it. When I was younger, I fucked around with guys who’d never been with men before, and they were always weird about it, or assholes about it, as if it were my fault they liked getting off with me.
Theo shrugs. “I don’t know. You’re my friend, and I trust you. One of my best friends is queer, so it’s not like it’s something I haven’t been around. I don’t know why I never realized that I am or what it is about you that made it click, but it’s really fucking clicked, and I can’t turn it off now.”
A zing of pleasure shoots down my spine, shocking me off him, but this time, Theo lets me go. Not that I’m going far. Nope. I’m just standing up and tugging out of my clothes because I only have so much strength, and the sexy man in the bed is too tempting.