Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Vars licked his lips, his gaze dark as he looked up at Jake from the armchair that now appeared like a magnificent throne for a worthy man. He was so fucking hot with that thick beard and pecks that Jake wanted to bury his head against. He’d rest his cheek on the bed of chest hair as spunk dried on his lips. They both stiffened at the sound of the coffee table being dragged to the side to make more space in front of Vars, who spread his legs and glanced Jake’s way in challenge. No, not challenge—invitation.
Jake only now realized Knight and Joker had been exchanging some words, but he’d completely blocked that out, instead locked in the bubble where Vars and him were alone.
Heat exploded in his head when he realized everyone was waiting for his move, and he kneeled on the grimy floor, not wanting to make it seem as if he were stalling.
He barely contained a gasp when the position forced him to wonder at the magnificence that Vars was. From the strong features of his face, down his chest, to his groin and thighs, Vars was perfection, and Jake was realizing how under his spell he’d been, no matter how violently he’d fought against this fatal attraction. Vars was so firm, so experienced, a man to be worshipped, and Jake was struggling to find himself worthy of being his humble servant.
The powerful torso was slowly moving up and down, but Vars made no attempts to pull Jake closer by the hair or open his pants, despite the distinctive bulge pushing at the leather.
A trickle of hot sweat trailed down Jake’s back. With his brain turning into mashed potatoes, for a moment he wasn’t even sure what his purpose was, at least until someone’s hand urged him forward.
Right. Dick sucking. His lips throbbed already.
Too intimidated to look up into Vars’s eyes, he stuck to staring at the outline of the cock inside the tight pants. Jake was torn between pretending he wanted to get it over with, and making an effort to give Vars the blowjob of his life.
In the end, he leaned forward and licked the shaft through the smooth surface of the pants, and couldn’t help shivering at the distinct taste of leather. Its scent penetrated his nostrils, and when he sensed the whiff of musky, male arousal originating underneath the garment, he couldn’t help himself and rubbed his chin over the length too. Even through the barrier, the flesh felt so incredibly hot he couldn’t wait to accept it on his tongue.
He rested his hands on Vars’s thighs, which made his own cock grow with the anticipation, but he’d be pacing himself. For once he was not only excused but expected to give Vars a blowjob. No one would blame him for taking his time.
“Ooh! He’s really going for it. You’re in for a treat,” Joker commented from the side.
“That’s so hot,” Blackstar whispered, but Jake barely registered her words, overcome with the way Vars’s muscles stirred under the soft leather.
He opened his mouth wide and sucked on the covered dick, his tongue rolling over the trapped flesh as he moved his head lower, pushing his face between the strong thighs where Vars’s fat balls were trapped and in dire need of attention.
Vars said nothing. He spread his legs and slid down in the seat. His muscles got pointedly stiffer at Jake’s ministrations, but there was no praise coming Jake’s way from him, as if he were only taking what he was owed.
Jake would enjoy it for what it was nevertheless, since he had no way of knowing when he’d get a chance like this again. It gave him an illicit thrill to know that others were watching him serve Vars—another prospect—this way, and he would make sure they all recognized his three years worth of skill.
He pressed kisses to the leather covering Vars’s balls, already wishing he could suck on them, but for that to happen he needed to undo the pants first, so he reached up to the buckle of the belt above his face. A fantasy of Vars slapping his ass with the thick strap of leather appeared in Jake’s brain out of nowhere, as if it were a lightning bolt parting him into two men. One—a proud future member of the Kings of Hell MC, quick to use his fists to command respect, the other—naked and grateful for every lick of the belt as long as it was coming from Vars.
This time, Vars didn’t keep sound in, and the groan he made did something to Jake’s body, making it yield to an imaginary presence at Jake’s anus. It took Jake right back to the one fuck they’d had, to the gloriously firm yet controlled thrusts, and to the steady touch of hands that had kept him warm in the cold garage.