Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Then we’re skin to skin, dick to dick.
It feels so good. But there’s also this voice in the back of my head reminding me this is all new to him. I’m the lucky man who gets to have his firsts. That’s a privilege but also a responsibility, and it’s one I relish. I want to make sex so good for him.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from our night together, Beck likes it when I talk.
“Want to rub off with you,” I tell him. “Right here.”
“Yes. Do it.”
I stare down at our bodies pressed together, savoring the view of two hard cocks. When I spit into my hand to help us along, he unleashes a carnal groan.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he says.
“This’ll be even hotter,” I say as I grab our cocks in my hand.
As I jerk and stroke, I stare shamelessly at the man I crave. His fuckable lips are parted, and every breath that escapes them seems ripped from the depths of his dirty, hungry, horny soul.
He pumps into my hand, fucking my fist, fucking my cock, fucking us.
It’s incredible and erotic, and I need to come so badly. But there’s one little problem.
Spit only gets you so far, and I don’t want to stop.
“There’s lube in my wallet,” I command as I slow the pace for a few seconds. “In my pocket. Get it.”
He nods, one hand sliding to the back of my jeans. As he fishes around, anticipation moves over his shoulders, down his chest. Watching him experience us might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
There’s no porn hotter than Beck’s first time. With me.
Quickly, he’s got my wallet open. He digs around in it, locates the packet, then tosses the billfold to the floor in one careless move. He rips open the lube, but there’s a pause for a second when he seems unsure—should he hand it to me? Or handle it?
I rope my free hand through his hair as I stroke our cocks. “You do it, baby. Get us nice and slick.”
He slides his teeth over the corner of his lips, all anguished and lust-struck. “I want that. So badly,” he rasps out.
“I know,” I murmur. “Me too.”
“God,” he groans, then pours lube into his cupped palm and reaches between us.
He takes over, wrapping his shiny palm around our dicks as I let go.
“Yesssss,” I grunt, clasping his hips as I rock into his hand. As his fist flies over our lengths, I thrust. Together, we’re groaning, panting, pumping.
He mercilessly jerks us till I sizzle everywhere. Lust rockets down my spine. Radiates along my thighs. Tightens in my balls. Then my vision blurs, and my brain flatlines as I shoot all over his hand, his dick, and probably his stomach. God, I hope so. I want to make a mess of him.
Seconds later, my off-limits lover makes a mess of me, unloading on me with a loud groan.
I open my eyes to stare wantonly at his release as it coats his fingers, my cock, his cock.
We are a fantastic mix of sweat and orgasms, breath and satisfaction.
His hand is still on us, his pace slow and easy like a roller coaster car, rolling to a stop, unclicking, the seats unlocking.
The two passengers are spent, ecstatic, thrilled.
I wrap my hand around his, squeeze up our dicks, then gently move him off us. I press a hot kiss to his perfect lips. “You’re incredible,” I say, and my chest heats all over again as I praise him.
As I kiss him gently, he smiles my way. “Yeah?” He sounds like dirty magic.
“So fucking incredible,” I tell him. “Let’s clean up.”
“Then can we do that again? Or, really, anything?”
I love his enthusiasm so much. It matches mine completely. “We can do anything you want,” I say, and I mean it.
23
FAN BOYS
Jason
I trace the lotus on his right biceps. The intricate black lines weave around the hard muscle, the stylized design mesmerizing to stare at as I touch him.
Beck’s lying flat on his bed, shirt off, cleaned up, jeans zipped again. I’m shirtless too, stretched out on my side where I get to enjoy the canvas of his body.
My fingertip travels under the muscle, curling around an arty petal that looks like a stencil of a flower. “I like this one.”
“Yeah?” Beck sounds a little dreamy. Coming hard will do that to a man. All my anger is pretty much gone. I think it exited my body when I shot all over us.
“I do,” I say, then I dip my face and press a kiss to the artwork.
He shivers. “Mmm. Do that again.”
I do him one better, flicking my tongue along one of the petals. “Your ink is like a direct line to my dick,” I say when I lift my face.
“Thanks for the tip,” he says with a laugh, then props his head in his hand. “But I knew that. What I want to know is why do you like it so much?”