Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I turned to tell Ivan so and bumped into him. I reached for his elbow to steady him before he keeled sideways. “Sorry.”
“No, that was me. I…”
And suddenly, I knew exactly where all this energy was coming from.
I slid my fingers from his elbow to his shoulder, and brushed my thumb along his jawline. He closed his eyes briefly and leaned into my touch, humming his approval as I pressed my lips to his.
It was a featherlight connection. Tentative and careful, yet brimming with desire. I held his face and deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue between his lips. Next thing I knew, he was in my arms, wrapped around me like a human pretzel. He hiked his leg on the back of my calf and ran his fingers along my spine, hooking his thumbs under the elastic of my joggers as we made out in a cinnamon-maple flavored haze.
He was passionate and fiery—and very fucking sexy. Heat and need burst between us with a ferocity that almost brought me to my knees. I walked sideways, my mouth fused to his and leaned on the wall. I pulled him close, grabbing his ass as I plundered, twisting my tongue and nipping his bottom lip, and doing it all over again.
I gasped for oxygen, bending my knees in deference to our height difference. Ivan didn’t miss a beat. He slipped his hands under my jacket and splayed them on my chest, tweaking my nipples as he ground his cock against mine.
“Holy fuck,” I panted.
A zing of desire shot through my system. His layer of denim and my cotton-polyester-blend joggers were no match for our raging hard-ons. I squeezed his ass cheeks, holding him in place while we humped and swayed, ravaging each other with openmouthed kisses.
My lips were swollen and my dick was an iron rod when we finally broke for air. Ivan blinked in a daze as he palmed my erection through the fabric. He slid his fingers on either side of my shaft and rubbed his thumb over the head, and damn, that was a wicked tease.
“Can I…can I do this? Is this okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s good,” I choked out.
“What about this?” He snapped the elastic band on my joggers and boxer briefs, and met my gaze as he slowly eased them off.
My cock shot forward and bounced obscenely between us. I swallowed hard, groping for him. I wanted everything at once—his mouth on mine, his hands on my dick, my hands on his. But then he was on his knees and fuck me, this was exactly what I wanted.
Ivan looked up as he stroked me. I could tell he was gauging my reaction, making sure I wasn’t going to freak out like the straight boy he’d thought I was. I most certainly was not. And I could show him.
I covered his hand and took over, jacking myself while he sat on his heels. “You too. Take your jeans off. I want to see you.”
He obeyed in a flurry of movement and the clatter of a belt buckle hitting the cement floor. He was at my feet a moment later, cock in hand, his jeans and briefs bunched at his ankles. Ivan licked his palm and curled his fingers around his length. I had less than two seconds to admire his thick shaft and note the bead of precum at his slit before he licked me like a lollipop from base to tip, sliding south to tongue my balls.
I tugged a lock of his curls and grunted. I wanted his mouth on me, no teasing, but that seemed like a pretty forward request from a guy who’d showed up on his doorstep with a fucking cookie. Ivan licked me up and down from every angle, brushing his stubbled jaw over the sensitive head of my cock. Then finally…holy shit, finally…he opened his mouth wide and swallowed me whole.
Blowjobs were one of my favorite things on Earth. And Ivan was a maestro. He worked me over, hollowing his cheeks and tilting his head to take as much of me as possible at once. He sucked, licked, and stroked, pausing occasionally to fondle my balls and trace his thumb over my crack.
Funny thing…I didn’t like to bottom, but I had a thing for ass play. It didn’t take much either. Just a ghost of a touch or a finger pressed to my hole usually did the trick. And somehow, Ivan knew it. Or sensed it. He bobbed on my cock as he caressed my inner thigh and teased the sensitive skin behind my sac. I tipped my head and counted backward from a hundred, willing myself not to come too soon. Or get greedy and try to take over. Ivan was running this show…not me.
But when he grazed a digit over my entrance, I couldn’t stop my hips from moving. And when he pushed the tip inside, all bets were off. I stopped him with a hand on his forehead and waited for him to meet me gaze.