Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Even in the darkness, I could see how aroused he was—swollen lips, glazed eyes, hand already going for his fly and straining cock. And that we couldn’t have.
“My turn.” I fought the urge to slump next to him, instead hauling him up.
“You don’t have to return the favor,” he protested. “It’s okay if that was just sex talk.”
“Favor?” I scoffed as I sank to my knees in front of him. His cock was already out, waiting for me. “It’s a favor to me to get to practice.”
“Practice does make perfect.” His low laugh cut through the night’s stillness.
“You might have to let me practice a lot.” I was teasing, but he stiffened.
“Tony…”
“Shh.” I stroked his thighs. “I’m joking around with you. And playing with your dick.” I let the tip of my tongue touch his cockhead. “Let’s hold off on any serious conversation, okay?”
“Okay.” He groaned once and then again as I started to lick in earnest. He’d bypassed teasing, but I loved this sort of thing, both giving and getting, ramping my partner up slowly and figuring out all the spots that counted double. “Kind of hard to argue while you’re doing that.”
“This okay?” I asked as I gently toyed with his foreskin, jacking it back and forth, licking over and around it.
“Totally.” His voice was gratifyingly shaky. “Don’t yank, but you can play with it a little for sure. Feels amazing.”
“I like it.” I couldn’t keep the wonder from my voice. I’d figured I might enjoy giving head, but not like this. I loved the flavor, salty and earthy, the weight of his cock in my mouth, the elasticity and sensitivity of his foreskin, all of it. “Love how my teasing makes you squirm.”
“More.” He bumped his hips forward, not at all shy about asking for what he wanted. “Suck on the head.”
“Yeah.” I experimented with taking more of the shaft in my mouth, surprising myself with how far down I could easily go. Desire was a powerful motivator, spurring me to try sucking harder and deeper, earning more and more moans from Caleb.
“Enough of that and I’ll go.”
“That a warning?” I chuckled as I jacked him leisurely while returning to licking the tip.
“Could be.” Gazing down at me, he ran a hand through my hair. “You wanna swallow?”
I considered the question for a second. I liked the taste of his skin and precome, liked the idea of him climaxing in my mouth. “Sure.”
“It’s okay if you’d rather not.” Caleb frowned, likely reading my pause as hesitation. “Contrary to popular belief, there’s no extra credit for swallowing.”
“I wanna try it.” Not waiting for a reply, I went back to sucking, harder now, more determined. I mimicked the fast rhythm he’d used on me, and apparently, the sense of urgency worked because his groans also sped up, body rocking toward my mouth.
“Tony. Tony,” he chanted, the best use of my name I’d ever heard. A heady rush of power surged through me. I was doing this. I was getting him there, and I was the reason he was coming apart in little gasps and shudders. “Now.”
I swallowed as my mouth filled with his initial shot, which was more liquid than I’d expected, and I struggled to coordinate not choking with continuing to get him off. I pulled off with a sputter, his last spurt hitting my cheek.
Giving a tired but happy laugh, Caleb tugged me up to stand next to him. He licked my cheek before we both straightened our clothing.
“Well, what’d you think?” His tone was mischievous like he knew the answer, but the note of uncertainty there said he was also looking for some reassurance.
“Different. Amazing. I like the sounds you make. Like how you feel in my hand and on my tongue.” I shuddered as he kissed my cheek again, lips trailing lower to find my mouth. “Swallowing…might take more practice, but it’s neater than catching it in my hand.”
“True.” He gave me a final kiss before stepping back to pluck at my shirt. “There. You don’t look too sexed out.”
“Thanks.” Now I was the unsure one. How did we go forward from here? “Guess we should head back.”
“We should.” Caleb’s voice was resolute. Turning away, he strode out of the passageway. However, I caught up to him when he paused to look around to ensure we hadn’t been discovered. Peeking over his shoulder, I placed a hand on his lower back. “No one around?”
“Not a soul.” His mouth was a grim line, nothing like the guy who’d moaned while coming his brains out five minutes prior. Determined to find that guy again, I grabbed his hand as we headed toward the parking lot. He glanced down. “Tony…”
“Look. I’m not saying we’re going steady or anything like that. And I get the awkwardness of us working together—”