Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
A sound captured my attention, and I glanced up to see Keegan rolling his head back against the arm of the sofa. He reached back, gripping it with one hand as his other hand traveled down his body, following some innate rhythm that inspired his movements.
He seemed to notice I’d stopped because he shifted about before glancing down at me. “What is it?” he asked, that confidence replaced with discomfort.
“Just admiring the view,” I replied before offering a gentle kiss on his abs, which seemed to set him at ease, as he inhaled deeply.
“Take off your hat, beautiful,” I told him.
“My hair’s a mess.”
“I like your messy hair.”
He gulped before reaching back, pulling it off.
I took it from him and set it on the coffee table.
It was interesting that the hat seemed like the final barrier between me and the real Keegan Kruse.
Not the underwear, though.
That was all him.
The real Keeg.
I loved knowing that this was mine…just for me to enjoy him and everything he was willing to share.
We gazed into each other’s eyes for another moment before I whispered, “What are you thinking?”
“Wondering what you’re gonna do.”
“Why don’t you just lie back and relax. I’ll take good care of you.”
He pulled his arms back, resting his wrists against the arm of the couch, on either side of his head, like he was letting me know he was all mine to enjoy as I pleased.
The power he offered me was intoxicating.
I sat up, running my hand up and down his torso, across his chest. His skin was so fucking soft, his muscles tight and firm. Sliding my hand down his happy trail, I followed it back to his panties before running it around to the small of his back.
As I gazed down at Keegan’s expanding cock behind the black fabric, I was reminded of this innate effect his body had on me, of the impulses I’d restrained myself from my entire life.
I leaned down and pressed my face against his crotch, kissing. His cock twitched.
I loved seeing his body react to me, knowing I had the power to bring him pleasure.
I moved my hand to his balls, cupping them and applying pressure as his dick shifted just enough that the head peeked through the top of his underwear. As I noticed some precum dripping from the head, I licked my lips.
Since we’d started tearing down the limitations of my no-messing-around rule, and Keegan had shown me how much pleasure he had sucking me off, I couldn’t deny I was curious too.
Not ready to take that step just yet, not until tonight.
I kissed the head first before offering a lick to get a taste of him.
My own cock felt trapped in my briefs.
I pulled down the front of his panties and hooked the waistband beneath his balls so that his shaft was on full display for me. I’d seen cocks plenty—liked them enough—but even when Keeg and I had messed around, I hadn’t permitted myself to really drink it in, enjoy the full beauty of his dick. Leaning forward, I swiped my tongue across the base.
Did every dick taste as good as his?
I wrapped my fingers around the base, lifting it off his stomach before sliding it into my mouth. As I looked back up at Keegan, I noticed both his hands on the arm of the sofa, clinging to it.
I pulled my mouth off his cock. “Oh, Keegan…beautiful, innocent Keegan.”
I stroked his dick gently. Every muscle in his abdomen shifted as his hips jerked, and I inadvertently gave his cock a rub in the move, watching as his body writhed about on the cushions.
“You like that?” I asked, not because I couldn’t tell, but because I wanted to hear him say it.
“Yes, that’s perfect.”
I kissed his stomach again, making my way to his navel. I kissed down, taking the top of his panties in my grip and sliding them down farther, but keeping them around his thighs. Inspiration seized control of me as I licked my middle and index fingers before sliding them between his legs, back to his ass, offering a soft massage.
His abs compressed as he moaned out, “That feels so good, O.”
With my other hand, I continued stroking his girth.
His face tensed up for a moment, and I ceased.
“I think my hole might need a little more spit than that,” he urged. “But keep doing it. That feels good.”
“Feel free to let me know if you have any other requests,” I said before granting him some more lubricant and continuing the massage.
“You can stick them in farther, if you want.”
I could tell by the way he said it that he was trying to respect my current limits, make sure I was as comfortable as I wanted him to be with what we shared.
I pushed my fingers in, and his eyes widened with his smile, his mouth hanging open.