Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Joel loved it, too. He liked being the center of attention, but I didn’t think he’d taken advantage of that while we were all drunk and curious.
“I liked seeing you guys kiss and there’s a big part of me that loves being in control of you guys. So I’m going to need for you to tell me to back the fuck off if it gets to be too much.” My honesty got a bark of laughter from him. “I’m serious. It’s hot to be in control and know the person you’re with isn’t going to call you an asshole or a bossy fuckhead.”
That had Dean’s eyes flashing open. “That idiot chess asshole. He said it.”
I wasn’t sure what it said about the situation that Dean could identify the fuckhead right off the bat, but I nodded and shrugged. “Yeah, smart guys are assholes sometimes.”
But they were hot…so I put up with way too much from them.
“You aren’t an asshole for wanting to be in control during a scene or sex. The guy downstairs who overexplains shit made that very clear.” Dean didn’t seem to have any problem admitting how many times we’d eavesdropped on the neighbors. “You just have to find the right people to explore it with.”
And I hadn’t been finding the right people.
In my defense, I hadn’t connected the dots right away and then I hadn’t been sure what to do about it until Joel had started asking some very interesting questions.
Our neighbors were all really strange but they’d been great at sparking fascinating conversations.
“Have I found the right people now?” Running my soapy hands down his neck and chest, I kept my movements slow so I could read his signals. “I loved last night, but I don’t want to push you too much or fuck up our friendship.”
Dean was desperately trying to hold on to his worries, but he kept moaning them away, and by the time my hands were down to his cock, his eyes had closed and nothing else mattered. “You…pushing me is…it’s a good idea.”
I thought so too or he might die confused and slightly embarrassed, but pointing that out while I was jerking him off seemed rude.
“But you’re going to promise to let me know when your limits change or when I push too much?” My question made him sigh, but I kept up the gentle touch and waited.
And waited.
It was time to cheat…just a little bit.
Shifting him before he could think about what I was doing, I pressed his back against the wall and pressed my dick against his. “Because you don’t want me constantly overthinking what I want to do to you, right?”
Oh yeah.
He moaned and his hips thrust forward, fucking his dick against mine. “Please.”
Dean had been hard since he’d woken up, and all the sex talk wasn’t helping the situation. But he knew what he had to do first, and all it took was a soft thinking hum to get a needy whine out of him. “Yes. Yes, I promise to tell you when my limits change and…and…oh, or when you push too much. Now please?”
Chuckling, I pressed as tight as I could against him and rocked our dicks together as I nibbled on his neck. “One day I’m going to make you beg for it. I’ll make you beg for my dick or to let you come.”
His shiver was so strong I worried about him slipping in the tub, but he braced his arms against the sides and just whined louder. “I’ll…later…I’ll try that later.”
He really wanted to come.
“You’ll be my good boy later?” Humming and nuzzling against him got another wonderful reaction. “It’s going to turn me and Joel both on to hear you beg.”
I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about my mentioning Joel, so I was glad when he moaned again and I felt his erection throb against mine. There was clearly nothing to worry about, so I played up the idea. “The first time he hears you moan like that, he’s going to wrap his hand around his cutie and he’s going to explode.”
And so did Dean.
As his orgasm fired through him and cum shot out between us, I held mine back and just rubbed my hard cock against his softening one to keep his orgasm going.
When he finally stopped chasing that high, he opened his eyes and looked down between us. “I don’t know what to do next.”
“Nothing.” Giving him a soft kiss, I barely brushed my lips against his and it was still just as perfect as I’d been imagining. “Sometimes we’ll all come. Sometimes I’ll focus on making just you come. We’re not going to keep score or Joel will make a fucking spreadsheet and I’m not tracking that.”
“Oh.” Dean frowned. “Yeah, good call.”
Joel liked spreadsheets.
“This time I wanted to make you come, and later, I want to see how Joel’s lips will feel wrapped around my dick.” My honest answer got a blush from Dean but he smiled too. “And he’s going to love seeing me walk around hard for him.”