Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Nick’s eyes were half-closed, his jaw tight as if he were in pain. “Good?” he said, his tone clipped.
Tyler nodded weakly, clenching around the cock inside him. “So good,” slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. “Love your cock.”
Nick looked at him without a smile, something grim and hard about his expression. “Say thank you.”
“What?” Tyler let out a laugh.
Nick didn’t laugh.
“Say thank you,” he said, pulling out and driving right against Tyler’s prostate. Crying out, Tyler arched off the bed, his fingernails digging into Nick’s back. Nick gave another short, vicious thrust against his prostate. “Thank me for my cock.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, man?” Tyler managed, but it didn’t sound very convincing, considering that it came out as a breathless moan. It felt so good, the thick length inside him just perfect, moving in him just right. Shit, nothing felt better than lying on his back and taking Nick’s cock.
“I’m absolutely serious,” Nick said. “You missed my cock, and I’m giving it to you. The least you can do is thank me. I’m waiting.” And then the fucker stopped moving.
Tyler glared at Nick, incredulous and desperate in equal measure. When it became obvious that Nick wasn’t budging on this, Tyler gritted out, “What do you want me to say, you wanker?”
“Say: thank you for your cock, Nick. I missed having it in my pussy.”
Tyler spluttered. “Fuck off. You’re out of your mind if you think I’m saying that!” He didn’t understand why Nick was so determined to humiliate him—and he didn’t understand why it didn’t disgust him as much as it should, why those words made his cock throb.
Nick just looked at him steadily. The bead of sweat running down forehead was the only thing betraying that it was hard for him to be so still inside him. “Fine,” he said, and started pulling out.
“Wait!”
Nick stilled and looked back at him, the tip of his cock tickling Tyler’s entrance. It was maddening.
Biting his bottom lip, Tyler gave Nick a pleading look. “I didn’t—I don’t really get why you’re so angry at me, but I’m sorry anyway. Come on, man—”
Nick glowered at him. “Don’t. You can’t just give me puppy eyes and expect me to forgive you everything. It won’t work anymore.”
But—but that was how they worked: Tyler did something dumb, he gave Nick his best sheepish smile, and Nick forgave him everything with an exasperated look. Tyler didn’t know what he was supposed to do if that didn’t work anymore. How was he supposed to make Nick forgive him for whatever he did? He didn’t know how to handle this unfriendly, mean Nick.
Maybe he could just say whatever Nick wanted him to? It wouldn’t kill him, right?
“Thank you!” he blurted out. “Thank you for giving me your cock—I missed having it in my—in my…” Tyler blushed furiously, his cock going so hard it made him breathless. “In my pussy,” he whispered, looking Nick in the eye.
Nick’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His hips jerked, slamming his cock inside, and Tyler moaned, embarrassingly high-pitched. Nick leaned down and kissed him, hard and greedy. Tyler parted his lips eagerly, too far gone to care about how gay it was. He just wanted. He squirmed against Nick’s hard body as Nick ground into him, hard but slow, circling and eliciting all kinds of intoxicating sensations. Nick’s cock pressed against his prostate, and Tyler shuddered, his head thrown back, his arms clinging to Nick’s shoulders. They moved together, low moans and grunts accompanying the slapping sounds of their bodies. Tyler could also hear himself say some embarrassing shit, but he didn’t seem to be able to stop.
“Oh, oh fucking hell yeah—yeah, yeah, just like that. Harder—so good—ah—ah—ahhh—”
Fuck, he was so close, so damn close—
A firm hand wrapped around his neglected cock and stroked, once.
Tyler arched off the mattress and came, crying out as his body shook with immense pleasure, clenching around Nick’s cock.
Holy shit. Jesus fucking Christ.
Had Nick just touched his cock? Tyler felt like he should be weirded out, but he felt too damn good. It felt like his every nerve was singing with pleasure. He was only vaguely aware that Nick came too and went still, breathing hard on top of him.
“I’m still gonna punch you for the shit you said,” Tyler mumbled breathlessly. “That kind of dirty talk isn’t cool, man.” Never mind that it had been a ridiculous turn-on.
Nick grunted something and rolled off him onto his back. He closed his eyes.
Tyler poked him in his bicep. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Go to sleep, Ty,” Nick said, without opening his eyes.
“But that was really weird, man,” Tyler insisted. “I don’t want you to do it again. I’m not into that kind of shit.”
Nick opened his eyes and met Tyler’s gaze steadily. “Just like you aren’t into men, right?”