Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
He kisses me hard and rough, his tongue dominating mine, and I can’t help moaning into his mouth.
I keep trailing my fingers down until they brush the head of his cock, which is wet with precum. My stomach is sticky, and it turns me on like fucking crazy knowing that he’s leaking for me. On me.
I want to taste him, but that will only sidetrack me from what I really want. No, what I need: Peyton filling me up, stretching me wide, and then taking me until there isn’t any doubt who I belong to.
Blindly, I feel around the bed for wherever I dropped the lube without breaking from Peyton’s mouth. My fingers wrap around the bottle, but the sound of the cap catches Peyton’s attention.
He pulls up, but I hold him to me so he can’t get far.
“I can do that,” he whispers.
“You know how?” I half tease. Only half because it is a genuine question. I’ve been topped by guys before who thought too much lube would desensitize them, so they were telling me I was ready when I really, really wasn’t.
“I’m assuming it can’t be that different to getting a woman ready.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Really? You never?”
“I hooked up with girls, sure. Kissing. Blowjob. Things like that. But I knew something wasn’t … right. So I didn’t even try to go all the way with one.”
“How about you let me do my thing, and you can tell me if you need more from me?”
I had no idea that confidence in admitting not being sure about something could be so hot. That Peyton wants to make sure I’m okay and he’s open to communication … Fuck, I fall for him a little more.
“Levi? I’m going to need an answer.”
“Oh, right.” I nod. “Yes. Do it.”
“Remember to tell me if you need something else.”
“I will.”
Peyton moves down my body, kissing along my skin while he takes the lube from my hand. I raise my head and watch him as I lift my legs and put my feet flat on the bed.
I kind of expect him to go straight for the prepping part, but surprising me, he wraps his lips around the head of my cock when he presses the pad of his lubed finger against my hole.
The urge to watch is too much, but my neck hurts from trying to keep my head up, so I lean up on my elbows for better viewing.
Peyton pushes his finger in, slowly at first, fighting against the pressure as I bear down on him. At the same time, he takes more of my cock inside his mouth.
His lips are wide, and I can imagine what it would feel like to lift my hips and slam in between them, making them stretch further. It takes all of my control to refrain from doing that.
We’re on the bunny slopes, not a black diamond run.
I try to say something to encourage him, let him know how good he’s doing, but all that comes out is a shuddery breath.
His lashes flicker as his gaze lifts to mine, his bright blue orbs filling with heat. My cheeks are flushed; I can feel the warmth from them, and when Peyton pushes his finger inside me deeper, my whole body breaks out in the same euphoric glow.
“Keep rubbing that spot.” I throw my head back and enjoy the tingles running down my spine and into my balls.
My gut burns with want, my cock leaks with pleasure, and when Peyton hums around the taste, I almost come too soon. Way too soon.
I grip his hair tight and pull him away from my dick. “Need … breather …”
Without having to tell him, he adds a second finger, bringing back the sting in my ass and dimming the pleasure. He might not have done this before, but fuck, he knows what he’s doing.
I lie back again, looking up at the ceiling while trying to concentrate on my breathing and letting him in more.
Peyton’s stare burns into me, even though I can’t actually see him. It’s like he’s touching me with his gaze. He’s watching me for my reactions. “Out of all the possibilities of things I’d find sexy about hooking up with a guy, I didn’t think sucking cock would be high on the list of things I love.”
I huff. “Blowjobs are awesome. Giving or receiving. Maybe you should get back to it.”
“You calmed down a bit?”
“Yep. Give me your mouth again.” The anticipation of it is enough to send me back to spiraling close to the edge, but I breathe through it. Even when the pressure of his mouth tightens around me. Or when he bobs his head, sucking hard on the upstroke.
I’m not going to come.
Rotating my hips to try to move with him, I barely notice the fingers in my ass still stretching me. I’m taking them a lot easier now, and I’m close to being ready, but this feels just so. Damn. Good.