Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“No, I mean. Yeah. Well, you know some guys aren’t talkers, so…”
“They’re idiots,” he murmured before leaning in to kiss me on the lips again. He had the kind of magical kisses that made clothing disappear. I didn’t know that was a thing, but it happened, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back on one of the beds, the cool comforter a shock to my overly warm skin.
An equally naked Jack was on top of me, raining kisses down my jaw to my shoulder and across my chest. I felt like I was grasping at him wildly with both hands and feet like one of those inflatable blowing things in front of car dealerships. No purpose, just frantic flailing.
He finally grabbed both of my wrists and crossed them on the pillow above my head, transferring them into one of his strong hands while the other hand felt up my chest.
I wish I bench-pressed. Did men apologize to other men for not being buffer?
I opened my mouth to say something, but an unintelligible sound of longing came out.
“I have you,” he whispered between kisses. His hands continued to map my chest, sides, and stomach. “So good, so fucking good.”
I wasn’t even sure he knew he was talking out loud, but I liked it. This big, strong pilot muttering reassurances to me during sex was unexpectedly sweet, especially because nothing he was feeling was particularly good at all. It was all very Teo Parisi mediocre. I was that guy you didn’t remember: medium height, medium build, brown hair. So, for him to say anything about being naked with me was good meant he was kind and generous.
Our dicks rubbed together deliciously as he moved his hips rhythmically against me. I arched up into him seeking more and more and more. I wondered if he was going to fuck me or if maybe I should try to suck him off. As soon as the image of his fat dick on my tongue came into my mind, my mouth filled with saliva.
“Suck you,” I managed to blurt.
He froze in the middle of licking one of my nipples and looked up at me with a frown. “I’m sorry?”
“Your dick. Your cock.” What part didn’t he understand? “Your penis.”
His face relaxed into laughter, and he laid his forehead down on my chest. “Teo, I thought you said ‘fuck you.’”
“Ohhh. No. Well, I mean… I guess I could try, but—”
He lurched up and kissed me hard. “You’re adorable. Stay right there.”
Jack climbed off the bed and rustled through his bag before coming back with a small bottle of lube. I didn’t want to think of why he traveled with it. Hopefully for masturbation only.
I rolled my eyes at myself. Sure, Teo. Probably for masturbation only. Look at the man, for god’s sake. He probably has a sailor in every port.
That was corny enough, I had to roll my eyes again. Jack must have seen me because he furrowed his brow.
“No!” I said. “Not you. That’s for me. I’m… never mind. Yes, that. Whatever you’re going to do with that. Please do it. I consent. Fervently. I fervently consent.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m beginning to understand your need for a silence rule before.”
Before I could take offense, he winked at me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’m joking. I’m so happy not to have a silence rule right now, I can’t even express it in words. Which is ironic.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, noticing the thick waves were just as soft as they’d been before. We locked eyes and stared at each other for a few beats while our lower bodies automatically resumed the dry humping we’d been doing before. Suddenly I felt Jack’s hand gripping our dicks together with cool, slick lube.
“Oh god,” I said, closing my eyes and arching my head back in bliss. “Feels so good.”
I pushed my cock through his tight grip and held on to his wide shoulders to keep him from pulling away. It felt so good, so unbelievably sensual and exciting that I had a moment of absolute regret. Regret at wasting all the years I could have been doing this with other men, could have been feeling sexy and desired. Having someone as hot as Jack Snyder kissing me, touching me, stroking me to orgasm against his own hard cock… god, it was like something out of a dream.
“Want you to come,” he grunted, his breath hot against my chest. “Let go, Tee. Come all over me.”
The combination of the nickname and dirty talk blasted me over the edge. I cried out as my balls emptied, the feeling of release a combination of utter euphoria and relief. After a beat, I felt the warm splats of his own release on my stomach. It was so hot, so foreign and exciting, another bead of cum escaped me while my body contracted again.