Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Take it a little deeper,” Jack said, his voice low. I glanced up at him and saw that his eyes were half-lidded, his gaze nothing but lurid desire. He raked his fingers through my hair. “I know you can.”
I was already turned on, but now my cock was mashed up against the inside of my jeans after hearing Jack speak to me like that.
I hummed around his cock as I followed his command, taking him deep again, pushed back as far as I could. He slowly began to rock his hips upward in rhythm with my mouth, and I realized all at once that I wasn’t just sucking his dick anymore—he was fucking my mouth.
And that fact was so goddamn hot I could barely process it. We’d done all sorts of things together now, over the past few weeks. Making out, kissing in public, and some exploratory hookups. But this, more than ever, felt like…
It felt like we were having sex. And I knew there were many ways that sex could be defined and that it was always going to be a journey with plenty of different combinations.
But the sensation of Jack quite literally fucking my mouth made it feel like he was using me. In a very, very good way.
It was clear he was a big fan, too, because before long his breath was coming quicker and his fingertips dug into the sides of my head a little harder.
“Gonna come, baby,” he uttered. I loved that he’d called me that, even though he’d probably just said it mindlessly, like he’d say to anybody he was hooking up with.
I hummed around him, keeping my rhythm steady.
He groaned, pushing hard into my mouth as he started to come.
“God, I fucking love you,” he whispered as he came.
I swallowed around his cock, taking every last drop. I pulled off of him and he leaned in to press his lips to mine immediately, kissing me slowly and sensually.
“No kidding” I murmured against his lips. “I love you, too, you know.”
“I do know,” he whispered, and I could tell from how his eyes looked that he knew what I meant. Knew how deeply I meant it.
“I need to come,” I said softly, dragging my palm over my insistent erection. “I can just jerk it really quick, you don’t have to—”
He lifted an eyebrow, looking at me like I was fucking nuts. “You definitely don’t just have to jerk it. I could suck you off too, or… we could try something.”
“Try something?”
Jack turned to look out the window, but nothing was visible. We were in the dark, in the rain, parked in the driveway of his house. The only thing we could see on the windows was a bunch of pattering raindrops and plenty of foggy condensation on the inside.
“Try something,” he confirmed, taking a deep breath. His jeans were still collected around his ankles, and he shoved them off now, along with his boxer briefs. He shifted on the long front seat, still glancing up at me every once in a while as if he was trying to gauge a reaction.
“What are you thinking of?” I asked.
He bit his lower lip. “You’ve never fucked a guy, right?”
I shook my head. “Never.”
“Have you ever thought about it?”
I cocked my head to one side. “Not really until the last few weeks,” I said. “I’ve thought about all sorts of things in the last few weeks.”
“Well,” Jack said, “maybe we can try… something like that, without having to do the real thing. I don’t want to pressure you, but—”
He shifted again on the seat so that he was on all fours in front of me. I’d never been so glad that the front of the truck had one big, long seat before. He looked back at me from over his shoulder.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered. “Don’t we need, like, lube?”
“Just put it between my legs,” he said softly. “See if you like it. You know?”
“Oh,” I said, slowly realizing. “Oh.”
I tore off my jeans and underwear in a hurry, my cock heavy between my legs. My tip was a little slick from precum already, and I put it up to the space right at the top of his legs, just below his ass cheeks. I pressed in, my cock sliding between the tight channel his legs made.
“Do you… is this something you do a lot?”
“Frotting?” he asked. “I haven’t done it that much, but I thought it could be a good idea for you. Let you see if you would even want more. You know?”
I groaned as I started to fuck him—well, it felt like I was fucking him, even though I wasn’t even inside him, and instead was just fucking that tight spot between his pressed-together legs.
“Blue,” I murmured, reaching up to grip his hips. “I’ll happily do this for you. Take all the slow steps you think I might need. But you’re crazy if you don’t think I’d fuck you any time.”