Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
He stalls, watching me from up close, and I worry that this is the moment he steps away, but instead, he grabs the hem at the front of my pants and drags me toward the bed, focused on me as if the reality of the upcoming war plays no role in our secret affair.
Soon, I land on the bed, and he’s climbing over me, naked and glorious.
As soon as he’s on top and we’re kissing, I spread my legs for him. It feels so good I don’t want to stop. I wonder about what he told me last night. What was a bad experience with some fuckers, was good for him with me. Maybe I’ll also eventually be free of this choking feeling that grabs my neck whenever I’m on the verge of offering him a fuck.
I don’t want to be afraid.
But I also don’t want to ruin what’s already good, so I push those thoughts aside for now and enjoy his weight.
I moan into his mouth when I feel his erection growing, pressed between us. I love it when he gets off like that sometimes, grinding it against me as if he’s already fucking me. It’s such an addictive rhythm my skin’s ripe with anticipation, and I whimper when he drags down my pants, until they’re kicked off altogether.
Our groans sound synchronous when he grabs our cocks with one fist, holding them together—hard, and throbbing, and needy for touch.
“I want my cum on your back,” he rasps.
I hesitate for a moment, that vulnerability of being down on my stomach hitting me hard, but I’m in my bed, in the sunshine, with a man who loves making me feel good. He wouldn’t abuse that position.
I bite my lip then give him one more kiss before turning under him. My heart beats so hard I don’t know if I’m excited or if it’s the fight-or-flight response, but it feels the same. What I do know is that my dick’s no less hard now.
“You wanna come on my club ink?” I joke to hide the nerves curling inside me.
“That what you want?” Road teases, moving over me in a way that sets my skin on fire. The noise of his hand slapping his balls as he jerks off echoes in my ears, and I half-expect him to rub himself off on my ass, but I feel his warmth all over. A lusty, open-mouthed kiss descends between my shoulder blades, and I rock my hips against the mattress as he goes lower, nipping on my flesh, only to soothe the burn of his teeth with that hot, talented tongue.
I was joking, but something in my fucked-up head wants that disrespect for my club. Like our thing is one big fuck-you to everything I’ve been brought up with.
I flex my back muscles to show off. “Yeah. Feels so wrong.” And yet I’m asking for it.
He gasps against my skin, as if that turns him on even more, then grabs my hips, pulling them up. For a moment, I’m struck by a sense of panic, but it’s gone when his saliva-slicked fingers grab my own erection. He’s touching us both, and my thoughts drift to the view I must present right now. With my knees wide and ass up, maybe he can even see my hole.
It makes my face flush with heat, but I’m as nervous as I am excited. Does he like what he sees? While I set the penetration boundary at the start, I never stopped him from fantasizing about it whether out loud or by text. In fact, I may have even encouraged it a few times.
It’s fucked up. I’m not rolling over for him, but I want him to want it. It turns me on, as if I’m some ultimate damn cock tease. Road fantasizing about topping excites me, and I’ve jerked off to it many times between our meetups.
And the few times he’s grabbed my ass so hard his fingertips brushed over my pucker were such a thrill I was too embarrassed to acknowledge it. And here we are again. I know he’s watching it, and when his thighs hit my buttocks, I know he’s imagining that he’s pushing himself in, until he’s fully embedded in my hole.
I arch and shiver in response to the tingling sensation those thoughts give me. Would he go at it fast, or would he be gentle, giving me a lot of time to adjust to the size of his shaft?
“Fuck, Clyde,” he rasps, tugging on my cock so fast a climax is already building inside me.
“So good,” I utter, rocking into his fist. I can’t even feel self-conscious about the way I’m clenching my ass at the tension he creates in me, because all I can think of is the sounds he makes as he’s jerking off.