Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I squeeze lube into my hand and cover my cock.
Denver lies where he is, splayed out for me and ready, watching as I work myself over. The sight of him with his legs spread, his cock standing tall and hard, and the pure want on his flushed cheeks builds need inside me. A few more strokes and this could all be over before it’s really begun.
Denver squirms. “Mase …”
I know that tone. That’s a hurry the fuck up tone. Apparently, it doesn’t matter if it’s in a dressing room because we’re running late or in the middle of sex, his impatience sounds the same.
I push two fingers inside him once more, just to be sure he’s ready. The way his body trembles and his hand flies to his dick, gripping it at the base, I’m confident he’s more than ready to take me. We’re both dangerously close to the edge, and this might end up being the quickest sex known to man.
“Roll over for me,” I say.
Denver’s mattress is high off the ground, so when he gets onto his hands and knees and rests on his elbows so his ass pushes into the air, my cock perfectly lines up with his hole as I stand at the foot of the bed.
I want to dive right in, and I want to take his body hard, but I know I need to start slow.
My cock sits in between his ass cheeks while I run my hands over his slim but toned build. The muscles in his back contract under my fingers.
I trail my hands down to grip his hips, taking in the sight of his round ass while I refrain from leaning down and biting it. He’s completely smooth, unlike me. I’m not covered in a blanket of hair by any means, but Denver’s all white, creamy skin.
“Hurry up.” Denver pants.
I let out a small laugh. “Sorry. I’ll stop admiring your sexy body.”
“You can admire it while you’re fucking me.”
I snort. “Your bossy when you’re horny.”
“I’m not bossy. I’m needy. There’s a difference, and I fucking need you.”
Holy hell. There’s a reason it’s so hard for me to say no to Denver: I like feeling needed, and when he says those words, I melt inside. All that time I was gone, all that time he was ignoring my calls, all he ever had to do was say those three little words, I need you, and I would’ve come running.
I finally put him out of his misery but then enter a world of my own, because as I line my cock up with his hole and push through his tight ring, he tenses, and I know I have to go slow so he can get used to having more than my fingers inside him.
I don’t like seeing him in pain, but even worse is the pressure surrounding the tip of my cock. It’s hard not to slam inside him like I want to.
I reach for the lube without pulling out of him which is probably a mistake because it makes me move inside him a bit more, and he grunts. It’s definitely not a happy kind of grunt.
“Sorry.” I go to pull out, but he blindly reaches behind him.
“No, don’t. Not yet. Give me a second.”
“I’m still here,” I reassure him and dribble more lube into his crack and on my hand.
While he adjusts to the tip, I stroke the rest of my cock, trying to stop the urge to move inside him.
Denver stares at me over his shoulder, watching me as my slick hand moves over my hard shaft. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Feels good too,” I rasp. “I could come like this.”
“Don’t. I need you completely inside me when you come.”
That thought alone is enough to get me close.
A new determination crosses Denver’s face before he hangs his head. As if summoning the courage to try, he pushes back, taking my cock deeper. His breathing is sharp and fast.
I hold myself strong, making sure I stay as still as possible while he works himself onto my dick. I have to grit my teeth, and I tense nearly every muscle in my damn body to keep control, but I manage.
When I’m all the way inside him, he starts to relax, but the second I try to move, he tenses again.
“And here I thought I wasn’t going to last long,” I say.
“Shut up,” he mumbles. “Just wait until it’s your turn. I’d like to see how easy you can take it.”
“My turn?”
After weeks of exploring with Denver, I’m learning really quickly that never shouldn’t be a word in my vocabulary. The way we’ve been exploring, discovering new things, I wouldn’t say no to anything anymore.
“Turnabout is fair play and all that.” Denver pushes himself back on my dick again, and this time, the sound that leaves him is much more pleasurable.