Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
It all started with curiosity and a vague sense of reciprocity. It just didn’t seem cool that he was doing all the work, and honestly, I wanted to see if I had the power to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Besides, his cock was right there, drooling precum on my shaft one second then nudging my balls. It was the perfect excuse to reach between us, adjust his angle and boom…I was holding his dick.
That was not a typo. Yep, I’d touched another man’s hard cock and I liked it.
A lot.
Jean-Claude rolled sideways to observe me as I took my first good look at his dick. Maybe I should have asked for guidance or a road map, and by unspoken agreement, we didn’t do much talking with our clothes off. Words were tricky, and one of us—okay, me—might accidentally use them to define this naked touchy-horny humping thing we were doing. No, thanks. I was a man of action.
I studied his cock, noting our differences. He was wider and a little longer than I was. I wasn’t small by any means, so let’s just say Jean-Claude was well-endowed. And get this…he had foreskin. I’d seen my share of flaccid penises in the locker room in all shapes and sizes, but never up close and personal…and hard.
It was an unexpected icebreaker.
“Your dick has a hoodie,” I commented, tentatively curling my fingers and rubbing my thumb around his crown.
“Yours is bald,” he countered. “He probably gets cold in winter.”
I snorted. “Don’t make me laugh. This isn’t supposed to be funny.”
“It’s not funny at all. It’s war.” Jean-Claude gripped his cock and tapped it against mine as if he wanted to instigate a juvenile game of swordplay. His serious expression cracked me up.
“Wow, this is another first for me.”
“You’ve never played in a cock fight?” he asked in mock surprise, his accent thicker than usual.
“No. Never.” I pushed his hand away and recaptured him, squeezing him, then tightening my hold.
“Ahhh.”
I bit my bottom lip, my brow furrowed in concentration. “Is that good?”
“It will be better when you move your hand.”
“Like this?” I jacked him slowly, applying more pressure while I pumped…up and down, up and down.
His nostrils flared. “Yes. We’ll do it together.”
My breath hitched as he closed his fist around me. So there we were…face-to-face, stroking each other with our feet entwined. We paused to kiss, messy and greedy, but we didn’t stop touching. I was in a perpetual mode of intense fascination. He looked so blissed out, and I was the one making him feel that way.
I’d been with many women, but I couldn’t remember ever being so invested in their pleasure, which was saying something ’cause I prided myself on making sure my partner was satisfied. This was different. Jean-Claude was a very masculine man. His strength and size excited me. I liked that he had more tattoos and chest hair and that he was undeniably fit, though he obviously didn’t shy away from carbs. All of those things made him more…real, more accessible.
“Am I doing this right?” I ghosted my thumb over his tip, stroking him to his base and up again.
“Yes. Keep going.” He thrust his tongue into my mouth, mimicking my inexpert motion with something so spine-tinglingly perfect I knew it would be the end of me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He whispered to me in French, nipping at my jaw as he milked every drop from me. I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling, blinking the stars from my eyes. Holy shit. That was incredible. How was it possible that he could do this to me?
I glanced over as if looking for the answer just as he licked his fingers. It was so nasty and so fucking sexy, my dick actually pulsed. It also reminded me I still had a job to do.
I rolled to face him and renewed my efforts. Jean-Claude closed his fist over mine and pumped a couple of times, coming apart in my hand. He shivered all over as cum dripped along my thumb. I let go when he did and started to wipe my thumb on the sheet, but at the last second, I licked it instead. I didn’t think twice. I just…did it.
Jean-Claude chuckled as he sat up and pulled tissues from the box we’d moved to my bedside last night. “Delicious, yes?”
“Salty.”
“Are you suggesting I’m high in sodium?” he teased, passing a couple of tissues over.
“If the shoe fits and all that.” I cleaned up and pulled the sheet over us. “I kind of can’t believe I did that. That was a double first for me. Touch and taste.”
“Soon, you’ll beg to suck my dick, and for science…I will say yes.”
“Science?”
“Yes, you’re obviously running an experiment on me, and I’m obviously okay with it,” he replied, reaching for the duvet and settling it over us. “It’s a little cooler tonight. Give me a moment to warm up before I go.”