Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
It was the hottest look anyone had ever given him.
After that, it was game on. He sucked like his damn life depended on it while playing with Tate’s balls and occasionally his taint. Wicked curses flew from Tate’s mouth over and over.
He loved the feel of Tate’s heavy cock on his tongue. Loved everything about this experience. The scent, the taste, the way with each passing second, Tate’s shouts became more unhinged and desperate. All of it made him feel powerful and sexy as hell.
Tate’s cock hit the back of his throat, and Liam swallowed once, then a second time. He’d long ago learned to dominate his gag reflex.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you can suck a cock.” Tate grabbed his hair and held him in place as he thrust forward. The ability to breathe disappeared for a few seconds, making his eyes water.
He swallowed again.
“Yes. Shit, yes. Fuck, Luxe, you’re amazing.”
Was it possible to preen with a mouth full of cock?
He sure gave it his best try.
He moved his mouth to Tate’s balls, licking over the taut sack. Tate groaned when Liam sucked one into his mouth.
“Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
After a final lick, he moved back to Tate’s cock. He sucked the head hard before sliding his lips down.
“Shit! Coming.” Tate held Liam’s head and thrust once before unloading down Liam’s throat. The salty, bitty flavor coated his tongue as he swallowed every last drop.
“Fuck, too sensitive.” Tate jolted as Liam stuck with him, laving his softening cock with his tongue.
If there were a chance this would happen again, Liam would have filed that information away for the future, along with how much the guy loved ball play, but it never would, so he let it go. Fun as this was, he wouldn’t get the chance to tease Tate’s oversensitive cock after future orgasms.
When Tate stopped trembling, he hauled Liam to his feet. His head spun from lack of blood flow, but before he could catch his balance, Tate slammed their mouths together. The man wasted no time invading Liam's mouth with his tongue.
God, he loved a man who wanted to taste himself after a blowjob. Not much ranked hotter on the scale.
He ground his hips against Tate, still harder than steel and desperate for release.
“Can I return the favor?” Tate’s voice was growly after all that shouting. He nudged his thigh between Liam’s legs, pressing against his needy cock, and Liam nearly blew right there.
“No time,” he said, panting and fighting his body’s need for release. “I’m too damn close already. Just jerk me. Now!”
Tate smirked. “Someone liked sucking my cock, huh?” he asked as he worked Liam’s pants open.
“So much.” Tate’s callused hand slid into his Andrew Christians and wrapped around his cock. “Oh, fuck.” That hand was big, rough, and able to hold so much at once.
His head dropped back. Pleasure zinged through his bloodstream at warp speed.
He hadn’t even thought of lube. The first few tugs were hot and dry, but his cock leaked, and within seconds, Tate had gathered enough precum to ease the glide. The man knew just what to do. When to squeeze, when to tug, when to back off enough to have Liam whimpering with need. He was a master at his craft, and Liam reaped the benefits of his skill.
Damn, I could get used to this.
Twice? Three times a day? If Tate could be at his beck and call, ready to jack him off at a moment’s notice, Liam could die a happy man.
“You’re making a damn mess. So fucking needy,” Tate whispered in his ear. “It’s hot as fuck.”
One more tug was all it took. “Oh shit,” he whispered, digging his nails into Tate’s shoulders. His stomach contracted as his balls started to empty into Tate’s hand.
“Watch me,” Tate barked.
Liam fought to keep his heavy eyes open, and damn, it was worth the effort.
Tate’s hungry gaze captured every shudder and facial expression Liam made.
His legs felt like Jell-O. If only there were somewhere to sit besides a nasty club toilet. A bed would be great, one where they could catch a power nap and start all over again in a few hours.
Tate kissed him once, quickly and efficiently, before releasing Liam’s softening dick. With blazing eyes, he brought his hand to his mouth and cleaned each finger of Liam’s spunk with his tongue.
“Damn, that was hot,” Liam said as Tate pulled up his pants.
Liam followed suit. His briefs were wet and gross, but he was too sated to care. Much. The drive home would be uncomfortable.
Tate stared at him, and it looked like some emotion flickered in his eyes.
Was he going to ask for more? A date? Another round?
Do it. Ask me.
Liam would take either. This had been incredible.
But whatever it was disappeared with one blink, replaced by a hard mask. “Thanks, Luxe. That was epic.” Tate turned, unlocked the door, and left, practically running.