Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I hooked my thumbs into his briefs and pants and pulled them down as I dropped onto my knees.
“Watch a pro,” I said before taking his dick into my mouth.
If he was going to back out, that would be the time.
But he twisted his fingers in my hair and urged me to take him deeper. And I was determined to show him exactly how good I was at sucking cock…and what years of experience could do for a guy.
I sure as hell wasn’t about to let some straight guy come into my condo and show me how to fuck a guy.
I moved my lips and hand in sync, sweeping my tongue across the head of his impressive cock in a way that always got the guys going.
God, he tasted good. And he was already pre-coming. Hell, I was fucking pre-coming from being stiff all the way to my place.
I took his girth to the back of my throat again and again.
He groaned, and I checked in to see him rolling his head side to side across the door.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said. “Now you’re just showing off.”
I couldn’t help myself.
I pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, “That’s a pro’s touch.”
He cocked a brow. Grabbing under my arms, he lifted me to my feet and spun me around, pushing my back against the door.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m pretty confident I can figure it out.” There wasn’t a trace of concern or hesitation or worry in his expression. Just the same conceited expression that he seemed to make so naturally. And before I could react to his words, he was undoing my belt and fly.
What the motherfucking hell?
“Who the fuck are you?” slipped past my lips.
“Ethan Fucking Harris,” he said before dropping my pants, getting on his knees, and shoving my cock into his mouth.
7
Ethan
The second his dick hit the back of my throat, I gagged. Not one to be easily discouraged, I tried it again and had to jerk back for the second time because my goddamn gag reflex was fucking with me.
This wasn’t going as I’d planned…not that I’d planned any of this, but still. I was used to being good at things. I was the guy who could watch a YouTube video for ten minutes and then fix whatever the hell I needed to fix. I’d been blown too many times to count. I should’ve known that shit.
I tried again but his dick was pretty fucking wide and the back of my throat didn’t seem to like it very much, which really just pissed me off.
Sean really needed to stop being better than I was at things.
I focused on his cock because it was easier than letting myself really think about what we were doing. That I was on my knees for a guy I met yesterday and trying like hell to give head better than he could.
He tasted like salt and smelled like musk, which actually made my cock perk up even more. This whole situation was crazy but I liked crazy, and I figured I’d sort through it later.
When I tried to suck Sean again, he grabbed the sides of my face, tilted my head up and said, “Don’t take me so deep. Just lick me. Suck the head. Only go as far as you can before you gag. It’ll still feel good.”
“I know what I’m doing,” I argued, but obviously I didn’t. Why did it bother me so much when Sean got the best of me? It wasn’t like this with anyone else, but I’d also never been in the situations I’d been in with Sean during the past twenty-four hours with anyone else.
And had it really only been a fucking day?
I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. Ran my tongue up and down the length before pulling his cock between my lips again. Not because he told me to but because I knew this felt good as well.
He groaned and his hand fisted in my hair, which got me even more excited. I wanted to blow his fucking mind because he’d been doing it to me in one way or another since we met.
I used my hand to help me, stroking him as I sucked. His moans got louder.
“Fuck yes, Ethan. You got this.”
“As if there was ever any doubt,” I said before going down on him again. So I didn’t have magic fucking deep throat abilities like he did, but I wasn’t shit at this either.
I figured some kind of crazy thoughts had to slam into my brain at any moment—confusion, fear, anything like that, but it just felt like sex and I really fucking loved sex, so I kept going.
I licked his balls because I liked having it done to me. Jacked his dick while I did it and it was only a few seconds after having his cock between my lips again that his hand tightened in my hair and he said, “Unless you want a mouthful, you better fucking stop.”