Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 561(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
I scrambled around on the bed to get a better angle. “Lie back,” I said before yanking his pants and boxer briefs all the way off. I had never touched a guy this way before, but Jesus fuck, I’d fantasized about it so often that if there were a tournament for hand jobs, I would be at the very top of the Ascendant’s Class.
“What’s that smile for?” Hux demanded.
“Just thinking about what I’d like to do to you,” I said, which was in no way a lie.
“You’re going to kill me,” Hux muttered at the same time I looked down at him for the first time, and all the breath left my body in a very loud, “Ohhhhh.”
His cock was huge—at least, it was much thicker than mine and a little longer too. The hair around the base was neatly trimmed, and I tried not to think about who he trimmed it for. Hopefully himself. And no one else.
I wanted so many things I couldn’t decide what to do first. I wanted to run my hands all over his thick, muscled thighs, to trace every inch of the tattoos on his chest and flanks in the dim light, to taste his salty skin. But his cock was flushed deep red, and so hard it looked painful, so I decided the rest could wait temporarily.
I reached over to the bedside table to grab my tube of lube, not realizing I’d flashed him my bare ass until his hand landed on it with a stinging smack. I gasped, and he groaned again, even deeper this time.
“No, seriously. Killing me. God, this ass. No amount of health diamonds could bring me back,” he said, giving my flesh a firm squeeze.
Hux slid his thumb between my cheeks to graze my hole, and I squeezed the lube so hard the bottle nearly sailed across the room. My entire body flushed hot, my recently satisfied dick gave a hopeful twitch, and the urge to push back against him was so strong I barely stifled a whimper.
Wait, what was I supposed to be doing?
Oh. Right. Touching Hux’s monster cock.
Holy shit. I—nerdy, slightly weird, forever awkward Kev Rogers—was about to touch Jasper Huxley’s cock. I really hoped that I could do this right.
I grabbed his hand and turned back around to face him. His eyes were hot and hungry, roaming every inch of my naked body with obvious appreciation.
“Hands off, Huxley,” I warned, pressing his wrist to my mattress, hoping I didn’t sound as nervous as I felt. “This is my quest now. I call it ‘Make HogMaster lose his mind.’”
“Oh, really? Then by all means.” Hux’s face split in a wild, challenging grin, and my nerves fled as quickly as they’d come. I wanted this man so badly—wanted to give him pleasure, wanted him at my mercy.
Hux made a big show out of moving his hands to stack them behind his head, and he spread his legs slightly, the very picture of relaxation… except for his cock, which was steel hard and begging for my touch. But when I stroked one finger down the length of him, the smile slid off his face immediately, and his mouth opened in a wordless groan.
Oh, yeah. Game. On.
I poured out twice as much lube as I needed and started jacking him off with the combination of intuition and scientific precision I applied to most things. I tugged his balls gently with one hand while the other worked his smooth shaft in long strokes, first hard and fast, then quick and light. I tried to catalog his every reaction—the tightening of his eyes, the arch of his back, the hitch in his breathing—but when Hux started panting and keening my name, it was impossible to stay focused and detached.
The man was too fucking glorious. And not everything had to be a competition.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered hoarsely, honestly. “Fuck, Huxley, I want you to come for me so badly. I want to see you.”
Hux pushed his heels into the bed and thrust up into my hand, unreservedly begging for more, and I picked up the pace, using two hands to jack him off. The squelching of the lube mixed with the slinky thrum of the music—what the hell song was this? Who told Henry to access my Sade playlist?—was more erotic than anything I could have imagined in my wildest fantasies.
I had no idea how the hell we’d gotten here, but if this first time was my only time with Hux, I wanted to make the most of it. I braced my hand beside his head so I could lean closer and inhale him, filling myself with his sandalwood scent, and when his messy head tipped back on the pillow, revealing the corded lines of his neck, I didn’t resist the urge to slide my lips over that taut flesh, tasting and savoring his flavor.