Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I covered his mouth with my hand and immediately let go to better pin him to the mattress. “More doing, less talking.”
Winnie purred like a kitten. “Yes, sir. You can take them off now.”
“The lace stays. Don’t move a muscle.” I bit his jaw and hopped out of bed, naked.
I avoided the bathroom mirror as I rummaged through my toiletries. My reflection would only ruin the moment, and I didn’t want to take a chance that reality would interfere with this incredible dream. Things like this didn’t happen to men like me.
I grabbed the lube and a towel and at the last second, a condom too…just in case.
“Mmm.” Winnie propped himself on one elbow, fingers sliding over the lace-covered bulge.
I set the supplies aside and climbed atop Winnie, scooting between his open legs. Then I stared in a mix of awe and appreciation. I know, I know…I was ridiculous and time was ticking, but damn it, he was gorgeous—sinewy and lithe with flawless, smooth skin. His raven hair fell like a curtain, partially shading his luminous eyes. And his lips…God, those lips might be my undoing.
Or maybe it would be the lace.
I massaged his inner thigh, brushing my thumb along the crease where lace met skin. “You look lovely.”
“So do you. Come closer. Let me touch your cock,” he cajoled like a siren.
“Not yet. Lie back and open up for me.” I was impressed with the note of authority in my voice. Lord knew it was an act. I was jittery and nervous but determined. I wanted this to be good for him. No regrets.
Winnie obeyed, spreading himself wide, a finger ghosting over his perfect pucker. “Like this?”
“Have I told you that you’re lovely? Possibly the most lovely man I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, go on,” he preened, chuckling lightly.
I glided a single digit alongside his, loving the sound of his low moan as I pushed the tip inside. Just a tease. “I want to lick you, taste you, make you come. Will you let me?”
“Y-yes. You can fuck me. You can—”
“Shh. We’ll get there. For now, relax.” And with that, I bent to drag my tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock peeking out of his thong.
I sucked precum from his slit, then mouthed his thick shaft through the lacy barrier while gently probing his arse. I pushed my finger farther and continued my exploration, licking a trail from his V-line to his belly button. I traced the contours of his ribs with the tip of my tongue and laved his nipples, adding a second finger.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck…yes, so good, Alistair. Please,” he groaned.
I folded his knees to his chest and parted his cheeks. My nostrils flared in appreciation…and hunger. That was what this felt like—hunger, need, and unchecked desire. I trailed my tongue along the scrap of lace cutting him in half, then I pushed the string aside and kissed his entrance…with my lips and my tongue.
Tentative tastes gave way to something urgent and primal. I speared his opening and feasted like a savage, pausing occasionally to tease his ball sac as I finger-fucked him.
Winnie whimpered, slipping his hand under the lace to grip himself. I didn’t stop him. My concentration was focused on his hole…and on not coming too soon. I’d never been harder in my life. I tried not to rub against the mattress or his thigh, knowing I was an errant pump away from blowing my load.
He shoved at the lace and gave his pole a proper squeeze. And yes, I got greedy. I pulled the lace off altogether and tossed it aside. My fingers were in his arse again, my mouth on his cock. I sucked him to the root, bobbing up and down.
I released him, panting as I drank in the sight of him writhing beneath me, humming my name, begging me over and over, “Fuck me, Alistair. Fuck me.”
I rolled a condom on, lubed up, pressed my cock at his entrance, and slowly entered my lover.
Winnie was so tight, so hot, so…bloody perfect. I buried myself balls deep, my arms trembling in the effort to move with care.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
Winnie released a ragged breath and inclined his chin. “Now.”
He lifted to meet each thrust, demanding more as I rocked my hips steadily. Languid strokes gave way to frenetic fucking. The bedsprings creaked and the walls practically rattled with Winnie’s enthusiastic moans. His teeth in my shoulder, his fingernails clutching my arse, his legs wrapped around my waist.
Winnie was voracious and he wanted more, more, more. I delivered.
I kissed the inside of his calf, gripped his cock, and jerked him until he stiffened and trembled, crying out as his orgasm hit and cum jetted across his stomach.
I didn’t stop moving…I couldn’t. I held his ankles wide, pistoning faster and faster, chasing my release. When it hit, I was gone, floating somewhere on a cloud above us like a kite on a strong breeze. I didn’t ever want to come down from the high or let go.