Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Oh, wow. Oh, my…
My mouth went dry at the sight of Simon stripping out of that ridiculously small tee, revealing his sun-kissed, tattooed, toned abs. His chest was smooth except for the treasure trail leading south from his belly button. I noted the scripted ink low at his V-line and the tongue flames wrapped around his left side under his ribs. I wanted to explore every inch of him, but I wasn’t sure where to start.
He caught my stare and smiled, holding his hand out in invitation. He pulled me on top of him, ravaging my mouth in a frenzy as he raked his fingers over my ass, and kneaded my cheeks through the cotton fabric. We humped and rocked in a slow but earnest quest for friction. When we couldn’t possibly get any closer, Simon slipped his fingers under the elastic and pulled my boxer briefs over my ass.
He squeezed my cheeks. “Fuck, you’re a perfect handful.”
“Mmm. Take yours off too. Hurry.” I whimpered…a sort of desperately horny noise.
I pulled out of his grasp and sat between his open legs, tossing my boxers to the floor before reaching to help him. I tugged his shorts over his hips, freeing his cock so fast it bounced against his stomach with a thump. I licked my lips and gripped myself, unthinking. He was magnificent. Big and thick with a prominent vein along one side. I set my forefinger on his slit, smearing the leaking precum over the wide mushroom head.
“Christ, you’re killing me,” he groaned, pulling me from my trance. “I told you I had nine inches.”
The bubble of laughter died in my throat when I met his gaze. He was all heat and want and need. I inched closer so my knees rested on his inner thighs and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, bending to swallow him whole. I felt his hands in my hair and heard a mumbled stream of expletives of the “Fuck, baby, so hot, so good” variety.
Don’t worry. I knew a blowjob attached to a term of endearment was nothing to get excited about, but I have to admit, it spurred me on. I was determined to give him my best effort.
I twirled my tongue around his crown, licking him up one side and down the other, then sucking him like a Hoover while I fondled his balls. And because I knew it was a surefire pleaser with most guys, I massaged the sensitive spot just behind his sac and pressed two fingers on his hole.
He jerked in surprise.
I release him with a pop, stroking his length as I glanced up. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m just…really close now.”
“That’s okay. Give it to me.” I rested my tongue on his tip and made sure he was watching when I sucked him again, taking him to the root and swallowing around his girth.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he warned.
I was ready for him. I gripped my cock, jacking myself as I milked every last drop from him. I backed off when I felt my own release pulling me under like a freight train gaining speed. I squeezed my eyes shut and came apart at the seams. Cum shot over my fist and on Simon’s thighs. I reminded myself to be vaguely mortified later. But at that very second, I didn’t have the strength or presence of mind to do anything but ride wave after wave of pleasure.
Simon threaded his fingers soothingly through my curly hair. I thought he might be speaking too, but I couldn’t hear much over the din of my heartbeat.
“…tissue?”
“I don’t understand that word.” I sighed.
Simon barked a laugh as he straightened my glasses. “It’s like a super-soft piece of paper. Ideal for cum cleanup. Do you have any? Even though it’s practically advertising itself, I’d hate to use the protein shirt. George might ask what the crusty stuff is and—”
“Don’t tell George,” I intercepted, wiping the mess of semen from his thigh with my discarded T-shirt before using it to clean myself. I dropped it on the floor and grabbed my boxer briefs, adding, “Please.”
“I wasn’t going to,” he replied with a frown, thanking me when I tossed his shorts and briefs to him.
“Thanks.” I stared unseeing out the window of my new room and tried to gather my senses. If I wasn’t careful, I might easily tip into a full-blown panic attack.
I just blew my friend’s brother. His straight brother.
“Topher, look at me.”
I sat on the edge of the mattress and shifted to obey him, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. “Yeah?”
“We have this figured out, right? We have rules now and a time limit and—”
“Yes, but we never said anything about sex. I just sucked your cock, and you let me. I wasn’t supposed to do that, and you weren’t supposed to like it.”