Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Fuck.
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid or even fucked around for that matter. With the move and dealing with Callan, it’s kept me busy.
“You’re so fucking huge,” Jax marvels, sending my ego shooting through the roof. “It’s a good thing I’m not taking this up my ass.”
I grit my teeth at his assumption that I’d bottom for him. This whole experience is new for him. Sure, he had Kian as a teenager, but there’s a whole world of his sexuality he’s yet to tap into. With time, he’ll learn it can be good to be giving or taking.
With time?
I chide myself for setting up a mental plan to be his teacher.
We can hook up a few times and let him get his fill, and then I can go back to pursuing my usual type. Since Kian is clearly off the board, I can ask Cato out.
“I said something wrong,” Jax rumbles. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
Panic shines in his brown eyes. Like I’m going to abandon him and run for the hills. Something about the worry in his eyes settles my irritation.
“It’s fine,” I murmur. “Pull my boxers down and lube it up.”
He swallows audibly and then obeys my command. I pour a glob of lube into his waiting palm, hissing when he starts rubbing it into my erection.
“Mmm,” I rasp out. “Fuck, yeah, that feels good.”
His confidence claws its way to the surface as he jacks me off with sure movements. I reach forward and undo the button on his jeans, needing to see his big dick again. He groans, thrusting forward to give me better access.
Eager boy.
I smirk as I pull him out of his boxers, loving the feel of him in my grip. Once I have the lube smeared all over his thickness, I stroke him in a way that has him whimpering.
“Get over here,” I order, grinning at him.
Like the eager boy he is, he crashes his lips to mine, kissing me with urgency. Our hands jack each other off in a sloppy, rushed way. I decide I want us to sync up better and push his hand away from my dick as I step closer. He hisses when I grab both our dicks together. Not to be left out, he curls his hand around the other side. Together, we stroke our dicks in unison. Each needy, ragged breath he takes brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Dante,” he whispers. “Holy fuck.”
“Watch us come together,” I command, stealing a quick kiss before turning my attention down to our dicks.
Breathing heavily, we both watch in anticipation as we stroke. I know the second he’s about to come because his entire body tightens. Tearing my gaze from our cocks to watch his face is what ultimately has me coming.
So fucking hot.
His bottom lip is captured between his teeth and his cheeks are pink from exertion. A groan of pleasure rumbles from him seconds before his warmth spills out. I grunt, bucking my hips into our joined hands, dizzy with pleasure as I shoot out ropes of cum. It’s messy as fuck, but goddamn it’s hot seeing my cum all over his cock and hand.
We remain still for a moment, both of our chests heaving, as we stare down at what we’ve done.
“Fuck…” He tilts his head up to look at the ceiling. “That was really, really good.”
“I was aiming for amazing. Really, really good makes me think I need to up my game,” I tease as I step back. “You’re a messy boy, Sheriff.”
He shuffles away toward the bathroom to grab a towel, his bare ass making me hard all over again. I try not to stare at his beautiful dick as he cleans himself off. For a second, he starts to reach forward to clean me off too, but then freezes.
“Uh, here.” He thrusts the towel at me, not making eye contact.
“You can jack me off but you can’t clean me off? You wound me.”
His brown eyes lift to mine and a smile tugs at his sexy mouth. “I didn’t think…I’m out of my depth here, Dante. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“You clean me off, boy,” I say in a firm tone that makes his eyes flash with heat. “It’s what a good lover does.”
Stepping forward, he gently cleans off my dick and hand. Then, his lips are on mine again in a surprisingly sweet kiss. I grab a handful of his ass, drawing him to me.
“I want to do this again.” His lips pull from mine and he meets my stare, uncertainty gleaming in them.
“Exactly this?”
“More,” he murmurs. “When I have more time.”
Guilt turns his lips down into a frown. Reaching up, I rub his bottom lip with my thumb.
“Invite me over again and I’ll be here.”
“Just like that?” His brows deepen.
“Fucking around with you isn’t a hardship, Sheriff. Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?” I smirk at him. “I’m personally holding out for a thank you blowjob.”