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 hits the back of my throat and I gag, pulling off.
Perry chuckles. “Don’t go for dick-sucking champion the first time. You don’t have to take me that deep.”
“I want to be good for you,” I confess. He could be having much more skilled people doing this.
He frowns, then cups my face again. “You’re already good for me. I’m going to like it because it’s you.”
Oh. Wow. That makes my insides tingly and my heart soar.
I try again, this time not choking myself on him. I suck the head, twist my tongue around, bathe his shaft in my saliva. As I pleasure Perry, my dick is coming to life again. He tangles his hand in my hair, tightening his grip so there’s a slight sting. I use my hand on him as well, stroking and sucking, eager to swallow down the cum that fills his balls.
“Jesus. You’re fucking good. Just like that. Damn, I love seeing you with my dick in your mouth, love knowing that no man has ever been inside you but me.”
Hello, dirty talk. That’s hot and makes me work harder for him, take him deeper, stroke faster. His breathing picks up, his body feeling tight beneath me. Slight whimpering sounds fall from his mouth like he’s trying to hold himself back and struggling. It makes even more adrenaline pump through me, makes me revel in this moment on a deeper level and…feel powerful. He’s right. There is so much control in this, and while that’s typically not my thing, when Perry’s dick is in my mouth, it’s so totally us.
“I’m close. You want my load, or you wanna pull off?”
“Want it,” rushes out of my mouth before I dive down on his cock again. The second he’s in my mouth, Perry lets loose. The first jet of his release fills me—strong, thick, salty. I swallow it down, not sure how I feel about it, but then it’s Perry, a part of him, and I want to devour it all.
He spurts a second time, and this one goes down easier, and then he’s pulling me up to him and taking my mouth again.
We make out as we come down from our high.
When my jaw starts to hurt, Perry can somehow read it. He pulls back, reaches over, and turns out the light, then tucks me close to him. His hand goes to my nape again, playing with the tender skin and making my eyes roll back.
“Did you like it?” he asks softly, unsure.
“I loved it. I can’t wait to do it again.”
He chuckles in my ear, whispers a quiet, “Good night.”
I drift off to sleep, more comfortable than I’ve been in a long time.
Snuggling with Perry is pretty awesome. The fact that he’s willing and seemingly eager to do it is unexpected, and I’d like to stay in his bed all morning, but apparently, my bladder has other ideas. Last time that ended in sucking dick for the first time, and I have to admit, I’m a fan. Maybe something similar will happen this morning.
Since he probably didn’t get much sleep last night because of the sex, I do my best to wiggle out of his arms and climb over him without waking him. Perry doesn’t budge, and if it didn’t make me a little obsessive, I’d probably stand here and watch him sleep for a few minutes. His navy-blue blanket goes up to his waist, and I blush remembering what’s beneath that blanket and how ravenous I’d been for it, how ravenous I still am for it.
“Be good, Theo,” I whisper to myself, then tug on underwear and my track pants before quietly slipping out of the room.
A clanking sound from the kitchen makes my heart jump into my throat, and I make a beeline for the bathroom. I don’t know why I didn’t expect anyone to be awake. My reaction is a little ridiculous. There’s no doubt in my mind that Ty and Brax realize there’s something going on between me and Perry. They also saw me go into his room, and they’ll likely see me leave, so they’re going to know I stayed the night.
I look at myself in the mirror, at my messy light-brown curls that Perry had fisted, at the—“What the fuck.” I lean closer to examine the small red mark on my neck. Is that a hickey? When had he done that? I’ve never had a hickey before. Pressing my finger against it, a smile curls my lips and my pulse jumps.
“Stop it,” I tell myself. “It’s just sex.”
This whole talking-to-myself thing is getting ridiculous, so I move away from the mirror and take a piss. After washing my hands, I slowly open the door, planning to sneak out—
“Boo!”
I jump, clutching my chest, and Ty chuckles softly. He’s leaning against the wall across from the bathroom, one eyebrow cocked.