Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“It is.” I reached for his belt buckle before unzipping his fly. This thing between us was a lot more than fun sex, but I wasn’t ready to discuss that.
Besides, I had a cock to suck. Jude was thick and hard in my hand, and my mouth watered with anticipation. I yanked his jeans and boxer briefs down, so I had more room to work, then applied myself to the task at hand. Jude was more of a teaser than I was. I tended toward efficiency, but with no less enthusiasm. I gave a few licks to his shaft and cockhead to get him nice and slick before sucking him into my mouth.
“Fuck.”
His moan was all the encouragement I needed to start a slow rhythm with lots of suction, gradually going lower. He was big enough that I had to work up to taking more, but I was determined to try. Pulling back, I unhinged my jaw farther, grateful for my lack of gag reflex as I swallowed as much of his cock as I could. I might not have his tongue skills, but I had deep suction and a whole lot of desire on my side. I hung out there, nose in his patch of hair, hand on his hip, encouraging him to rock up to meet me.
Jude’s cock was so hefty that oxygen was in short supply once I reached a certain depth, but I’d mastered the art of holding my breath for a long time thanks to childhood summers spent horsing around in the pool. Jude sure seemed to appreciate my talent.
“Holy hell,” he groaned. “Are we sure you weren’t some sort of rescue swimmer in the service?”
“Got a few tricks.” I released him long enough to grab a deep breath and grin up at him.
“I see.” His chuckle died on another moan as I got back to work.
I went as far as I could down again, urging him with my hand to move in my mouth. The more he moved, the more turned on I got. My cock throbbed behind the zipper of my jeans. Judging by Jude’s moans, he was getting close himself. However, right when I thought he was almost there, he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, expression going from blissed-out to intent. “I’d honestly rather come together.”
“I’ll get there.” I hadn’t come in my pants in years, but the combination of the heavy weight of Jude’s cock filling my mouth and his moans had me ramped up enough that it was a possibility. And if not, I had no issue with using my hand after. My attention was way more on getting him off, but when I went to take him deep, Jude stopped me again.
“You’re amazing at this.” He tugged me up for a kiss on the mouth. His hands reached for my shirt. “I meant together. Shared.”
“Like last night?” I wrinkled my forehead, considering. I’d never had anyone as into bare skin and kissing as Jude, but the experience sure had been hot. I could be down for a repeat.
“That or similar.” Jude deftly removed my shirt before starting in on my jeans. “I’d say sixty-nine, but that tends to be one of those things that’s better in theory.”
“Not that coordinated.” My laugh turned strained as his fingers grazed my needy cock.
“Me either.” Jude motioned for me to remove my boots and the rest of my clothes as he did the same. Once naked, he darted into the nearby bathroom, returning with a little bottle of lotion. “I have a better idea.”
“Show me.” I was game for whatever he had in mind. He tumbled me back onto the bed, landing on top of me, a warm, welcome weight. His kiss was even more welcome, and I eagerly met his mouth, letting his tongue in and moaning when he went deep.
He paused long enough to pour lotion into his hand before getting both our cocks nice and slippery, but instead of the double jerk like last night, he removed his hand in favor of more kissing and trapping our cocks between us. I moaned at how good his bigger body felt grinding against me as our cocks slid together.
“I like this.” The wonder in my tone made me give a self-conscious laugh, but Jude didn’t seem to care, offering me a tender kiss.
“Good. I do too.” He groaned as I rocked up to meet him, figuring out how to move in concert together. I’d struggled with line dancing last night, but following Jude’s lead here was as simple as breathing. He moved faster, then I did, then him again, until the give and take was enough to have us moaning in sync. Jude huffed a warm breath against my cheek. “Think you can come this way?”
“Easy.” This time, my laugh was rich and full because delaying coming was the bigger issue. I let my head fall back on the pillow, stretching under him for the sheer pleasure of how good all that muscle felt bearing down on me, strength meeting strength. Eyes closing, I gave myself over to moving with him.