Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Yes!” James calls out. “Please, Sir. Harder.”
He didn’t ask for it harder last time. Does he need it more now? Has he just gone longer than before, or is he hornier for me?
I give him what he wants, rail his tight ass, watch his head drop back, spine bow, his face looking up like he’s thanking fucking God or something for getting the dick he needs.
I growl. This man is…unexpected in every way.
“Don’t come. I know you don’t want to disappoint me. My pleasure first,” I remind him.
“Your pleasure first,” he says, voice breaking with each thrust inside him. “I need to please you.”
“You please me very much,” I tell him, and he gives a soft, thankful moan.
I’m closer to the edge than I should be, my balls ready to unleash. Reaching down and around him, I stroke him, let each of his whimpers sink into me as I take what I want from his ass. It’s not long before I can’t hold back anymore, letting myself descend into pleasure, dick jerking inside him as my balls empty into the condom.
“Be a good boy and hold off for me.” I keep stroking him, don’t ease up on him as I use his body to work everything out of my balls. He’s practically gasping now, his body tense, like it’s killing him not to come.
I pull out of him, turn him around, trying to help keep him steady as his legs seem weak and he still has the spreader bar on. Bending down, I push two fingers into his ass again. “Come in my mouth,” I tell him before sucking him deep. It takes just a few pulls of my mouth and a few deep pushes into his ass before he’s coming, hot, salty jerks of jizz coating my tongue. I don’t swallow him down, just let him fill my mouth with his load, before I’m on my feet again, kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and feeding James his release.
“I can’t…” he says when I pull away.
“Sit down.” I help him onto the bed, take off the spreader bar, then lay him down. “I’ll be right back.” I know he doesn’t like a mess, so I get rid of the condom, wipe myself down, then wet another cloth. He’s on his back, watching me, his body stiff like he’s getting into his head again already.
“Let me take care of you,” I tell him.
“You don’t have to. You can go.” He shifts.
“Do you want me to go?” I ask, but James doesn’t respond. “What’s your color?” I’m hoping I get a green, that he won’t kick me out. I don’t think he should be alone yet.
My wish is granted when he says, “Green.”
“Good boy.” I wipe down his ass crack, clean his groin, then toss the rag into the laundry basket before joining him in bed again. “Do you need me to go get you a drink?”
“No, Sir.”
“Okay. I’ll just sit with you for a little while. If you need something, let me know.” I pull him close. While he’s not as relaxed as he was when I was fucking him, he doesn’t tell me yellow or red. So I don’t let go, hold him, run my fingers through his hair and tell him how good he was for me, how much I enjoy him. How proud I am of him. With each word, he relaxes more.
We stay like that for about thirty minutes before he shifts again.
“I should really…clean up.”
“I can help.”
“No. I’ll do it. I need to do it. You did what you came here for. I have a few things to do here, and then I’m heading back into the city.”
I nod, not ready to go but respecting his wishes. I get dressed, while James immediately begins stripping the bed and taking everything to the washer. He returns a moment later, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. “I’ll walk you down.”
“Okay. I had fun. If you’d like to get together again, message me.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I appreciate you, though.”
“Sure,” I reply, more disappointed than I thought I’d be. But he doesn’t owe me anything, and I know exactly what this is.
Downstairs, James opens the front door. “Thank you again…for that.”
I smirk. “You don’t have to thank me for fucking you. You’ve got a great hole.” I wink at him, and I’m gifted with a small smile, even as he shakes his head.
“Goodbye, Colton.”
“Bye, James.” I walk out of his house, certain this is the last time I’ll see him. It’s for the best. He seems conflicted about his desires, and I’m starting at the university soon. The last thing I need is a distraction.
CHAPTER THREE
James
I hate the end of the school year. While most people are looking forward to the time off, all I can think about is the way it messes with my schedule. I lose the structure I depend on most of the year and must find other ways to fill my time. I do teach a class each summer, but it’s only one and doesn’t keep me as engaged and fed as a fuller schedule, which leaves me antsy and like something is missing.