Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I stripped the second I was in the room, grabbed my lube, and pulled my laptop out before sitting on the bed and calling him.
He answered naked, at least from the waist up. He leaned against the headboard of a bed the same as I did, the computer on his lap. “I got you a present, too.” I angled the computer down so he could see my dick, which was already standing at attention. “You gonna let me see your cock or what?”
“Yeah, but did you see that touchdown—”
“Houston…think you can make me jizz before we talk football?” I asked. “This was your idea.”
“Good point. Blow our loads first, football second. Let me see all of you.”
I set the computer on the mattress beside me, angling it so he could see me from my thighs up. Houston did the same, his fat cock already with a pearl of precum at the tip. “Taste it,” I ordered. He cocked a brow, and I added, “If I was there, I’d lick it. Since I can’t, you gotta do it for me.”
“Fuck, Cullen. That’s so hot.” He swiped this thumb over his slit, collecting liquid there before sucking it into his mouth.
My cock twitched. “I’m jealous. I’m hungry for your load.”
“Mmm. If I was there, would you want it in your mouth or your hole?” he asked.
“Either. Never had it in my ass, though.” We’d always used rubbers, but I loved the thought of him breeding me, of his load deep in my ass, where, if you asked me, it belonged.
I stroked my hand up and down my throbbing erection, needing some kind of friction, even though it was dry.
“We should try that sometime.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Lube up your cock,” he said instead of answering. We both slicked our hands, then wrapped them around ourselves like we were together instead of doing this through a computer. “Fuck, I’m horny.”
“Me too. I thought about sneaking a pair of my underwear in that box for you in case you wanted to use them when you jerk off.” I worked my cock while talking to him, stroking my hot length and watching Houston do the same.
“You cocky son of bitch.”
“What? It would have just been me being nice.”
He played with his balls the way I knew he liked. “I wish I could shut you up with my cock.”
“Me too.” Warmth already pooled in my belly, the need to come teasing me. “What would you do to me if I was there?”
“I’d spend a lot of time working your hole open with my tongue…you remember the first time I did that to you? You busted a nut in like thirty seconds, just from my tongue in your ass.”
“Fuck you,” I replied, sneaking my fingers below my balls to rub my taint.
“When you were writhing and begging beneath me, I’d make you ask me real nice for my cock. You like it when I force you, Cull. Do you let anyone else do that to you?”
God, he was killing me. I knew what this was—just dirty talk, but it was too close for comfort. “No…just you, asshole.”
He laughed. “Why am I an asshole? Because no one can make you come like me?”
My cock throbbed. That was hot. Why was that so fucking hot? “I hate to be an easy trigger, but I’m gonna shoot soon. I wanna see you finger your ass. Show me what you would do to my hole if I was there.”
“Fuck, Cullen. You go straight to my goddamned head.”
But he did what I said, moving the computer and spreading his legs so I could see him trace his rim. “Jesus, that hole. I remember what it was like the first time I sank inside of it—when we’d been young and fumbling, trying to figure out what we were doing together.”
Houston slid his finger inside his tight pucker just as I slid my hand lower and did the same. We were both fingering ourselves while jerking off with the other hand.
My balls were already high and tight—Houston’s the same. I wanted to make this last, but I didn’t have it in me—not tonight.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come,” Houston said, and hearing the term of endearment on his tongue again was enough to make my orgasm ignite an explosion inside of me, my load shooting up from my balls and out my cock. Wave after wave went through me, aftershocks making me damn near vibrate out of my skin while I watched Houston’s jizz slide through his fingers and drip down his stomach. “God, I needed that,” he said breathlessly.
“Miss me, huh? I know how irresistible I am.”
“Eh, you’re aight,” he joked.
We lay there for a few minutes before Houston said, “Clean up and call me back.”
“Bossy.”
“Please? I wanna talk about the game.”
“Okay.” My chest was tight all of a sudden, though I didn’t get why.