Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
From the corner of my eye, I could already tell he was rock hard. The tent he pitched himself in my shorts was big enough to house an entire family. It twitched as I sucked his neck a little harder. I grinned, enjoying this to the nth degree.
So I took my time. I sucked on his neck, moved to a new spot, moved my hands over his chest but left his throbbing cock alone. He gave himself a couple of needy strokes once I had lifted his shirt and started to suck on his pebbled nipples. It was clear he couldn’t get enough of this, and I wanted to show him that I felt the same.
I posted up on my knees, my cock pushing hard against my shorts. The light green fabric had already turned a shade darker from the precome that leaked out of me.
Noah’s eyes went wide, locking in on my bulge. He reached for it, rubbing it, licking his lips before he leaned in, mouthing me over the fabric. He rubbed his face into it, smelling my scent, moaning as he buried his nose between my legs, my bulge covering half his face.
I leaned down, grabbing his in my hand. It was rock solid, firm, and warm in my grip, radiating heat even through the thin layer of fabric that separated us.
“Fuck, Noah, is this bad?” I asked, Noah already working to pull my shorts down.
“Only if you think it is. I certainly don’t.”
“So this won’t fuck up our friendship?”
Noah licked his lips again, looking up at me as he pulled the waistband over my stiff cock, letting it spring free. “It might do the exact opposite,” he said, eyes glued to my throbbing length. He took it in his hands, both of them closing around my shaft and causing me to close my eyes in bliss. I pushed my hips forward, and he knew exactly what to do, leaning forward and wrapping those sexy wet lips around me.
A hiss escaped my chest, like a balloon popping somewhere between my ribs. He encased me in heat, his tongue dancing underneath the sensitive head, flicking across it, tasting me. He opened wider, took more of me down his throat, working what he couldn’t get in his mouth with a soft hand, fingers gently massaging my balls.
“Jesus, Noah, your mouth is heaven.”
He pulled off me, a string of saliva breaking from his lips and falling to the couch. “Oh, really?”
“Really,” I said, pushing my hips forward again, my glistening cock rubbing against Noah’s smiling lips. Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening, and that made it all the more hotter. I remembered seeing Noah for the first time, sitting behind his desk, looking bored with whatever work he had to deal with, and yet I still found him to be one of the most attractive people I’d ever laid eyes on. Those days unraveled, and I came to know Noah as more than just that bored and handsome guy sitting three office spaces away from me.
And now I knew him even better. Knew how good he could work his mouth and how much of me he could fit inside of it.
“Fuuuuck,” I said, another hiss escaping as my fingers threaded through Noah’s hair. “That’s it, baby. Try to swallow it all. Mhmm, just like that.” I pushed down on Noah’s head, feeding him my entire size. His nose was buried in my pubes, his eyes looking up at me, watery, his mouth full of me, his tongue massaging me.
I started to fuck him, thrusting my cock into his mouth, down his throat. He took it, swallowing me like a professional circus performer working with swords. He had one hand on the back of the couch and the other on my thigh, pulling me in further. My balls slapped against his wet chin, the sounds of our sex filling the room, grunts and moans and wet macaroni squishing in a pot. All of it.
And it was getting me close. Too close. I hadn’t even gotten Noah out of his shorts. I couldn’t come yet.
I slowed down, pulled back, Noah sitting back with a gasp of air filling his lungs. I stroked myself, using his spit as lube, my palm gliding up and down. “Take those off,” I said, looking down at his straining shorts.
He didn’t think twice. Noah pulled down his shorts and kicked them off, his hard dick smacking against his stomach. Pink and firm, uncircumcised, throbbing, a clear drop of precome pooling at the tip.
Fucking delicious. I got off the couch and down onto my knees, parting his legs a little wider and holding him in my hands, holding his cock so that it stood aimed up at the ceiling, pulsing in my grip. I’d never seen a better-looking dick. And it wasn’t like dicks were known to be particularly pretty, although I personally found them all to be attractive in their own way, but Noah’s dick was just… fuck.