Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Nolan made an indignant noise. “December is days away. How about we start now?”
“Someone’s impatient.” I gave him a fast kiss. “And just warning you now, the house isn’t soundproof.”
“I can be quiet.” He was all earnest, but I wasn’t buying it.
“You? You’re used to playing to a packed theater.” I faked a scoff as I went and locked my door.
“And I live in a little studio with neighbors,” he countered before sauntering to the bed. “Come on, let’s get in bed.”
“You’re hard to resist, you know that?” I let him pull me over to where he stood at the foot of the bed.
“Well, something’s hard.” Nolan gleefully pointed at my fly.
“Yeah, you tend to have that effect.”
“Do I?” Nolan cooed, all pleased with himself. He pushed at my T-shirt until I shrugged it off. “You don’t have any tats? I thought all surfers were tatted up.”
“Fear of needles.” I pursed my lips, bracing for the inevitable teasing or minimizing. “It’s silly.”
“I can see having that fear.” Nolan stroked a hand down my chest. “It’s not silly. I’m over thirty and still prefer to sleep with a light on somewhere in the apartment.”
“I’ll leave a light on for you.” I kissed him softly, a thank you for understanding.
In keeping with his impatience theme, Nolan shoved the rest of my clothing off, but I took my time with him, unbuttoning his short-sleeve shirt. Despite the dark hair on his head, he had sparse body hair and more freckles than I would have expected. I let my fingers play connect-the-dots on my way past his small pink nipples to the waistband of his shorts.
I made a show of slowly undoing his fly, loving the way he let out a low hiss. His cock was a perfect fit for my hand, and I jacked it a few times before releasing it in favor of launching myself onto the bed.
“Now, let’s see how quiet you can be.” I patted the bed next to me. Despite my teasing, I wasn’t that worried about noise, and I was game for pretty much whatever Nolan might want.
“You know there’s one way to ensure I’m quiet.” Kneeling next to me, he danced his fingers down my chest, following them with a suggestive kiss right in the center of my chest.
“A shovel?” I couldn’t resist joking. “Or a gag?”
“Ha.” He licked his way down my belly, teasing my stripe of hair there. “How about we keep my mouth busy?”
“I like that idea even better.” I stifled a groan as Nolan wasted no time in swallowing my cock. And for a guy who could barely swim, he sure had impressive lung capacity, sinking all the way to my base and staying there until I was panting.
He made a sexy picture as well, kneeling over me, expression one of deep concentration. I pulled both pillows behind my head so I could better watch. Glancing up, he met my gaze with knowing eyes and held it as he retreated up my shaft a millimeter at a time.
“Holy hell,” I moaned as he slid back down, mouth soft and giving, tongue in on the fun. Staying power was usually something I could count on, but not if Nolan was this determined to win a Tony award in cocksucking…
“Now who’s loud?” Nolan raised his eyebrows at me.
“Trying not to be,” I muttered. My efforts were made that much more difficult as he discovered that teasing directly below the cockhead with his tongue got me wriggling against the cotton sheets. “Okay, that’s sexy as fuck.”
“Shush.” Nolan made the sound right against my cock, and a shiver raced up my spine. And then he went deep again, and of course, I moaned softly because he felt so damn good. If he stopped again, I was going to throw something, possibly him.
“That.” I let a desperate sound escape my throat as he found a devastating rhythm. He made eye contact again, letting me see how much he was enjoying himself, how his whole focus was on this and nothing else, and how very much he wanted me to come.
“Gonna…” I whispered.
“I certainly hope so.” Nolan doubled down on going deep and sucking hard while somehow managing extra friction under the head.
“Yeah.” I turned my face into the pillow, biting it as I came in perfect waves, the kind I wanted to surf forever, carrying me high on pleasure and setting me softly back down again.
“What do you want for you?” I asked huskily. I wasn’t sure I could muster enough spit to blow him properly, but I’d sure as hell try.
“What I always want.” Nolan gave an easy laugh. “An audience.”
He swung a leg across my thighs, straddling me. He peered down, evidently pleased at his handiwork of reducing me to a boneless puddle.
“You stay right there, looking blissed out,” he ordered as he started to stroke his cock. A true performer, he used long strokes and let his head fall back, revealing his neck and making one erotic picture.