Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
With one hand massaging the lower part of Knox’s cock, he used his mouth on the upper half without worry about the dick choking him. He gradually let himself stop thinking about each and every move and followed Knox’s prompts as well as his instincts.
It was an… intuitive blowjob, and considering the way his lover’s legs shook on either side of him, he was doing damn well for a first-timer.
“Fuck… so good,” Knox whimpered and bent forward just enough to kiss the top of Liv’s head. He didn’t hold back any longer and used Liv’s mouth for pleasure, pumping his hips in quick jabs, going only as far as Liv’s hand allowed, still tight around the base of Knox’s pulsing dick.
Liv’s skin was on fire, and he clutched at Knox’s jeans to bring their bodies closer as the hot, delicious cock moved inside him, punching more and more reason out of his brain.
He was too turned on, too into the repetitive motion to realize what was about to happen, so when Knox stiffened and tightened his hold on Liv’s head, the first jet of cum hitting the back of Liv’s mouth, came as a surprise. For a moment, he was torn whether he should swallow or let it dribble out, but by the time more spunk painted his tongue, his body made his decision for him, and Knox’s essence was on its way to his stomach.
He wasn’t a fan of its texture, or flavor, but something about this moment, about Knox taking his pleasure inside him, made him follow the music unquestioningly.
A giddy feeling spread in his chest when he looked up into Knox’s face, twisting with arousal as he held a hand over his mouth to hold in his panting.
He was so fucking sexy. Liv wanted to take a photo of him like this and always keep it in his wallet.
But just as he swallowed the last of Knox’s cum, adjusting to its taste, the lights came on, leaving them both stunned and confused. Liv was still licking his lips as he popped his head up over the chair in front of him, and froze at the sight of a security guard in his sixties climbing the stairs with a stern expression.
“Fuck,” Knox hissed, desperately pulling up his pants.
Chapter 24
Liv
The air filling Liv’s lungs smelled of popcorn, old upholstery, and, yeah, also of Knox, whose flavor lingered on his tongue. They scrambled from their seats as the guard reached the last row. With adrenaline pumping in his veins, Liv reached the other set of stairs and raced Knox for the door, barely paying any attention to the old man’s yelling, or even the audience. One of those anonymous shadows had ratted them out, but it no longer mattered. He couldn’t unsuck a cock just because someone was squeamish about it.
He only looked over his shoulder to make sure Knox was following him. They collided, stumbling into the carpeted hallway before sprinting straight out and leaving the guard behind.
No one else tried to stop them.
The cashier glared at them on their way out, but by that point, they were both laughing too hard to care. Liv wouldn’t take any risks though, and led the way, running down the street and into the first alley on their way.
It was still bright enough for them to not fall over cans that had spilled out of a trash bag placed next to a dumpster, but Liv slowed when Knox’s breathing turned laborious. He always forgot Knox wasn’t supposed to run for so long.
“Look at this mural,” he said, pointing to the wall to provide a valid excuse for them to stop, because Knox hated being reminded of his health issues.
Knox’s feet hit the asphalt a couple more times, but he stalled, resting his hands on his hips as he took deep breaths, attempting to minimize the wheezing sound he was making. In the past, he’d been mocked over this, and while Liv enjoyed teasing him, he would never mock him for this particular thing. Some things just shouldn’t be said. Ever.
At least the piece of street art was actually decent enough to warrant this stop. Reaching all the way to the roof and so far untouched by other graffiti nor misguided attempts at cleanup, it depicted a batter in Pittsburgh Pirates gear taking a swing. The blurred edges looked as if the giant might move at any moment, his face tense with focus.
Knox’s eyes lit up with a smile, making Liv’s heart beat faster. Knox was so pretty. Now that Liv allowed himself to appreciate his looks, he often caught himself staring. When Knox slept, when he did his whole thing of shirtless breakfast-making, or when he laughed at something on TV. And, of course, Liv was always greedy for Knox’s cum face. Trembling lips, flushed face, eyes rolling back under lowered eyelids… Liv would have taken endless photos if Knox allowed it.