Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
It’s just as hot from this angle.
As much as I want to explore and take my time, I have a bet to win. I suck him deeper but still not far enough. I might be too amateur for deep-throating yet.
So I think of what feels good for me and try to replicate it.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and a salty taste hits my tongue. Right direction, then.
I do that again and move my hand to cup his balls.
His cock is hard as steel and feels heavy in my mouth.
“Oh God. Oh fuck.” His hand flies into my hair and grips tight.
Bingo.
The more noise he makes, the more confidence I get, and I suck him as deep as I can.
“Beck …”
It’s not the first time my name’s been called out during sex, but the deep rasp of Jacobs’s voice makes it the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Beck.” His hand tightens, and when the first spurts of cum land in my mouth, I’m taken off guard.
Guess he was trying to warn me.
I swallow as much as I can, but there’s a lot. Or, it feels like a lot. I keep my mouth on him, but cum dribbles out the side and runs down my chin.
Eventually Jacobs stops trembling, and his hand releases from my hair.
As I stand, I wipe my mouth and smile smugly.
Jacobs laughs. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“It’s not being conceited if I have the goods to back it up.”
Jacobs reaches for my chin and leans in. “You missed a spot.” As he kisses his own cum off my skin, I almost lose my composure.
“Fuck, my turn.”
It’s Jacobs’s turn to be smug. He reaches for my shirt, while I go for my pants.
He gets rid of the rest of his clothes, and when we’re both naked, he pushes me toward his bed.
I sit on the edge, and he drops to his knees on the floor.
My dick sticks right up, needy and so ready. Any hope of Jacobs forgetting the bet goes out the window when he says, “Hmm, how long do you think I lasted?”
Shit. The pain in my jaw suggests a while. A lot longer than I think I’ll be able to hold out.
“I … uh … forgot to time it. Such a shame.”
He smiles. “I’m pretty sure I have a foolproof way of getting you off in under a minute … if you trust me.”
Do I trust him? On the ice, definitely. Off it? Not so much. Trust him with my dick in his mouth? That’s a lot to ask. But for some reason … I do. I want to know what he has planned.
I nod because I can’t find words.
But when he sucks his finger into his mouth, I’m suddenly not so sure.
“Wait …”
He huffs. “Trust, Beck. Pretend we’re playing hockey right now.”
“Dick hockey?”
“Hmm, I’m thinking more like ass hockey.”
“I don’t even know that means, but that might be … uh …”
“Too gay for you?’
“It’s not that.” Is it though? I haven’t freaked out yet, but maybe …
His gray eyes don’t leave mine as he lowers his head and licks over the slit in my cock.
I suck in a sharp breath.
The fucker grins. Then his mouth closes over my dick, and his finger presses against my ass.
I tense immediately, but he doesn’t do anything. His finger rests there, setting all the nerve endings on fire.
The scruff around his lips scrapes against my skin, giving a whole new sensation.
He sucks me into the warm heat of his mouth, and I suddenly forget about the finger lingering near my ass.
Instead, all I can concentrate on is the way Jacobs seems so much more seasoned at this than me.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I croak. “You’re so—”
He sucks harder and pushes his finger in.
I gasp.
Jacobs glances up at me, and all I can do is nod.
The dual sensation on my dick and in my ass is overwhelmingly powerful. It’s different and new, and I can’t think properly. All I can do is feel.
I thought I knew everything there was to sex. What I like. What I don’t like.
It turns out there’s a whole other playground back there I haven’t explored.
“Keep going,” I say.
All is forgotten about trying to outlast Jacobs, and as soon as he works his finger in, he reaches a spot inside me that make me erupt without warning.
“Oh, shit.” I convulse in his mouth, and he takes it all, apparently even better at swallowing than I am.
I need to up my gay game.
As he pulls off my dick and glances up at me, I know he’s about to gloat and be a sore winner.
I can’t make myself care, because I might’ve lost the bet, but I can’t exactly complain about getting the best blowjob of my life.
15
Jacobs
“Geez,” I taunt. “Here I was thinking I’d actually get some practice in.”