Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
So he was new at this whole sex experiment with a man thing…so what? The only way to conquer fear and become an expert was to practice. And we did. Often.
I became well acquainted with the ridge of the angry vein on his cock when I sucked him. I knew that he loved it when I traced a seductive path from his tip along his shaft to his balls, pausing to fondle them as I teased the sensitive skin behind them with the broad side of my thumb. I memorized the sounds he made, loving his raw growls and lusty commands for more.
Vinnie wasn’t tentative in any part of his life, so I supposed it made sense that his dirty talk was shockingly obscene. I mean, c’mon, I was the gay man with plenty of bedroom experience, but the things that came out of his mouth made me blush. Or cringe.
“Did you really tell me to suck you like a vampire?” I wiped my belly as I sat up in his bed.
“No, I said, ‘Get all vampire on me, baby. Suck that cock.’ ” He chugged half a water bottle and handed over the rest. “Or something like that. Too much?”
I snickered. “Not at all.”
“How much time do we have?” he asked, swinging his legs off the mattress and stretching his arms above his head.
I glanced at my watch. “Twenty-five minutes till practice. Fuck.”
“Cuttin’ it close.” He smacked my ass when I scrambled out of bed. “C’mon, you need a shower.”
I narrowed my eyes. “So do you, and don’t spank me, asshole. It’s weird.”
“Spanking is weird? Since when?” He moved ahead of me into the en suite bathroom and turned on both rain-head faucets in the two-person glass-and-tile shower.
“Since…always.”
Vinnie met my gaze in the mirror over the sink and rolled his eyes. “Sounds like your kink meter needs a tune-up. Spanking can be hot as fuck. Just sayin’.”
“Kink meter?” I stepped under the spray and tilted my chin to avoid looking at him. I could tell I was blushing, and how embarrassing was that?
“Yeah, whatever cranks your engine, ya know.” Vin lathered shampoo in his hair. “I’ll try anything once, so I can tell you for sure that having my toes sucked does nothing for me. But spanking is definitely on the go-to list.”
My mouth hung open for a beat. “So you want me to spank you?”
He snickered. “I’ve never been on the receiving end, but I’m happy to pull you over my knee and paddle your ass. Pass the soap, please.”
I handed over the soap, clenching my ass cheeks and willing my dick to behave. “Thanks, but I’m not into spanking.”
“Tell it to that guy.” He pointed to my semi.
“That guy likes everything.” I snorted.
He grinned as he moved under my spray to kiss me…and wash me. What I thought was meant to be a quick tease evolved into more. Deep, openmouthed kisses with water sluicing over us. His talented hands soaping my cock and my balls. I was impressed with my recovery time. We’d spent the entire afternoon getting each other off, but apparently, I still had another round in me.
I blinked water from my eyes and reached for him.
“No. This is just for you.” Vinnie pulled away, turned off the water on his side of the shower and returned, kissing a sexy trail along my neck. “I want to try something.”
He got on his knees and rubbed his nose along my shaft. Just a ghost of a touch, but it was enough to direct my available blood supply to my erection.
“Vinnie…”
He stroked my cock a few times before swallowing me whole. Well…half. He gagged, his eyes bright with laughter. “Whoa, I suck at this.”
“You have to keep sucking to be good at it.”
And then we were both laughing. It wasn’t particularly funny, but it was…perfect.
He tried again and this time—oh, yeah, Vinnie was a fast learner. He licked me, twirling his tongue over the head, and sucking as much of my length as he could while he massaged my balls. I widened my stance to give him room to work. He took that as an invitation to explore, gliding his palms along the inside of my thigh and teasing the sensitive skin behind my sac.
I pushed his hair from his forehead for a better view of his mouth on my dick, his eyes half-closed in a blissed-out look I wanted to imprint in my brain forever. This was Vinnie. My first crush, my childhood friend. His tongue circled my tip as his fingers nudged my hole and—
“Turn around, hands on the tile,” he growled, standing to turn off the water.
It took a moment for words to register, but I obeyed. He dropped to his knees once more, pulled my ass cheeks apart, and licked my entrance.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned. He kept going, digging his nails in as he tongue-fucked my hole. “I—Vin, I…”