Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I growl, hauling his face to mine and pushing my tongue deep inside his mouth. We wrestle for position, and before I know what’s happening, we’ve flipped, with him on his back and me panting down at him.
Micah scoots back against the pillow, urging me along with him. Gripping my thighs, he draws me toward his chest, and now I’m straddling his waist with my cock in reach of his mouth.
“Ah, hell,” I bite out as he leans forward and suckles the head briefly before swallowing me whole, bobbing and expertly using his tongue.
His fingers curl around my nut sac, lighting me up like an electric socket as he eggs me on. “Fuck my mouth.”
I inch my knees closer, and then we get in a rhythm where I rock my hips and moan as my shaft hits the back of his throat. “Oh God, feels incredible.”
For his part, Micah looks so blissed out, so turned on from pleasuring me, I wish I could get my hands on him too. This close, I can smell his spicy, invigorating scent, and as I’m on the verge of exploding, I reach for his hair and burrow my fingers, holding on for dear life as he rocks my world.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He grips my thighs and doubles down as my vision blurs and my come fills his mouth. I screw my eyes shut to ride out my orgasm, and soon enough, I feel too hypersensitive and have to slide my cock from his mouth.
“So hot,” he murmurs as I roll to the other side of the bed and lie there gasping for air, unable to form words. When his hand brushes mine in the space between us, the ache in my chest intensifies. Wanting to feel our connection, I entwine our fingers, and he doesn’t pull away, only holds on tighter.
When I’ve finally caught my breath enough to look at him, I can see he’s still hard, his pretty cock curved and flushed. “Let me take care of you.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Please, I want to.” I lift our joined hands to kiss his knuckles. “Tell me what you need.”
Without a word, he releases his grasp and rolls onto his stomach. Since he knows I’m spent and won’t be able to get it up again anytime soon, I get the message loud and clear.
My fingers graze his ass cheeks, making him shiver. I lift to my knees and grab handfuls of his plump globes, admiring his smooth skin. He burrows his head in my pillow and lifts his ass, pleading in his own way to make him feel good.
So I do, parting his cheeks and running my finger down his crack, watching as his skin pebbles from anticipation. I blow on his hole, making him squirm and moan before burying my face in his crack. I lick and suck, snacking on his pink and tender hole like it’s candy. When the skin has softened enough, I poke my tongue inside and fuck him with it.
“Please, J, make me come just like this,” he sobs as he rocks against me, forcing my tongue deeper.
I grip his hip for leverage, then reach beneath him to grip his cock. I jerk him with uneven strokes as I continue licking and prodding his hole.
“Oh God, yeah, that’s…” Micah throws his head back, his skin flushed, as he spurts his release onto my hand, the remnants coating the sheets.
I release his sensitive shaft and kiss each of his cheeks as well as the small of his back before he collapses in a heap, completely spent.
When I lie back down, his arm blindly reaches for me, and he tugs me into a toe-curling, tender kiss. His fingers feather against the scruff on my jaw as his tongue flicks lazily against mine.
“Did that do the trick?” I murmur against his mouth, still tasting the remnants of my come on his lips.
He nods as his clear gaze meets mine, and for the first time since he showed up at my door tonight, he looks at peace. “Thank you. I…”
“Didn’t want to be alone tonight?”
He stiffens briefly before surrendering with a sigh. “You know me well.”
His fingers graze my arm without him making eye contact, as if he’s embarrassed by the admission.
“Glad you came over,” I whisper against his ear, then nuzzle his neck.
His limbs lose their tension, and I decide it’s not the time for talking. He sought me out for comfort and release, nothing more.
“Come ’ere.” As soon as I hold open my arms, he slides toward me, and I pull him into a tight embrace. His head on my chest, I languidly brush my fingers through his hair and hear him sigh contentedly in response.
I continue stroking and soothing until he falls asleep in my arms. I watch him, his soft breaths, high cheekbones, and eyelashes that curl enticingly upward. Micah is still the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and having him here, so close, so vulnerable, only makes me love him more. Patiently, unconditionally, no matter how far apart we are.