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)
My crack opens for his cock, cradling it as he rests on top, tugging on my hair to reach my ear with his mouth. “More of this?” he whispers and rocks his hips as if he were already inside, already fucking me, and his length shifts between my buttocks.
I had no idea how much I’ve wanted this. “Yes,” I murmur, grinding against him. I love that we’re both naked and I can feel the heat of his body, his thick hair tickling my back. The damp spot of pre-cum under me is more evidence of how horny I am for this. For him.
I shiver every time his cockhead rubs over my pucker. I’m so ridiculously sensitive down there I curl my toes in anticipation. “Fuck… It’s so hard,” I add and clench my buttocks over his stiff dick.
“Not just for this,” he breathes into my ear, then licks up my nape, into the hair, as if he were a cat grooming its mate. “It’s hard for you. I can’t fucking think when you’re like this,” he adds, resting his hands on my hips.
I’m trapped under him, and while I miss our kisses, I’m not worried about him doing something I don’t want him to, so I just let my mind drift, enjoying his weight and the firm hold he has on me. He only lifts his body once the lube is in his hand.
“Like what?” I murmur and arch my hips up, knowing exactly what he means. I love how much he desires me. And still, there’s that barrier inside me, woven from mocking comments about the secret that’s such a core part of me. But I’m not weak. Being gay and wanting another man to fuck me doesn’t make me incapable of holding my own in a fight, or less masculine than anyone else. If I’m to be my own man, then I’ll do what my gut tells me, whether those around me approve or not.
“So… submissive,” he whispers, straddling one of my thighs as he opens the slick. He keeps touching me, stroking me as if he can’t get enough of my skin. It’s a side of me I’m only discovering, but it’s damn easy to follow through when he’s loving it so much. “Show me your hole?”
His voice is dark, like burnt sugar syrup. I’d love to lick the inside of his mouth now. I bet I could taste it.
I’m hesitant, since I’ve never done this before. Not like this.
But my inhibitions are so fucking pointless. When I reach back to my ass and part it for him, my eyes are firmly on Road’s face. I might get neck strain, but I want to eat up his desire for me. I want to read his thoughts.
There’s nothing to read or guess, because the expression of awe relaxing his features is dead obvious. I feel cool air on my hole… almost inside it too, and I mewl when slick fingers roll over my flesh, teasing it. Our gazes meet, and Road dives in for a quick nip on my cheek. “One of the most beautiful sights ever,” he declares, as if he’s pledging his allegiance to my cause.
I smile like a fucking idiot.
The fact that I’m holding myself open for his fingers gives me a strange sense of agency. This act confirms I want him inside me. I’m taking back what was ripped away from me.
“Bet you say that to all the holes,” I whisper my joke. I never thought I’d be so at ease with anyone. He leans in and kisses me as the slick tip of his finger massages my entrance.
“Only this one,” he whispers, outlining my mouth with his tongue. “So wet and soft, and drinks down my cum so greedily.”
I’m not even tense when he slides in the tip of his slippery finger. It surprises me, because I expected to relive pain, but instead, I get to focus on Road.
I moan when he pushes in a bit deeper, testing me. My lust-filled gaze slides down his neck, chest, and between his legs where his dick is rock-hard for me. A bead of pre-cum drips from the slit in his cockhead, and the image is so erotic I regret I’m not close enough to lick it.
“Tight for you?” I mutter, increasingly excited. I want this to be just about us. About both the intimate connection and the filthy passion that makes me talk dirty to him in ways I never thought possible with another man.
He exhales and pushes his finger all the way in, leaving it there while he nuzzles my scalp, blowing hot air on my neck. “You’re as good as my first ever ride on a motorcycle. It’s like anything is possible.” He removes the finger and tickles my crack, once again poking at me moments later.