Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Jake was great at blowjobs, by the way. We’d taken turns sucking each other to oblivion in the shower, in bed, and in the kitchen. We’d tried sixty-nine this morning, and that was…wow. And watching the show in the tacky mirrored ceiling had only added to the experience.
Jake nodded. “Okay. Just let me finish this text.”
“Who is it?”
“McD. He landed in LA ten minutes ago.”
“Oh.”
Jake tossed his cell onto the nightstand. “I know. I got out of dinner with him tonight, though. He’s meeting a new client and…I’m old news now. I’ll see him tomorrow.”
“You’re not old news.”
“Technically, we both are. And we’re lucky. We’ve been on Stanley Cup winning teams and have played to packed arenas. It’s more than a lot of hockey players get.”
I furrowed my brow. “You’re talking like someone who’s contemplating retirement.”
Jake chuckled. “Not tomorrow. I’ll be on ice next season for sure. I’m thinking about the future.”
“That’s very grown-up of you. And now I feel kind of silly with the can of whipped cream I brought to paint your cock.”
“You’re not putting that stuff on me.”
I dropped the whipped cream next to him, spread out a towel, then lay down on it. “Okay, you do the honors.”
“You want me to spray this stuff on you and…”
“Lick it off,” I finished.
Jake hummed thoughtfully and sat up, studying the ingredients listed on the canister. “Cream, water, sugar, nonfat milk, maltodextrin. What’s maltodextrin?”
“It’s multiple dextrins,” I guessed.
“Malto, not multi.”
“Jakey…who the fuck cares? It’s going on my dick.”
“I care. I’m the one who’s going to suck it off your dick,” he retorted.
“Whoa. Did you see that twitch? My cock heard your message and approves. Get to it, Milligan.”
“Yes, sir.” He shook the can as he kneeled between my legs. “Let’s make sure this thing works.”
He squirted a dallop on my stomach.
“Shit, that’s cold,” I griped.
Jake dipped a finger into the white glob and licked it like a porn star. “Are you sure you want me to put that on your dick?”
“Less sure about that, but damn…you look so fucking hot with your fingers all slick with cream.”
He snorted. “You’re fucking nasty.”
“I know. I have a filthy, dirty mind. Clean up the mess you just made. Lick me, baby.”
I thought Jake might take exception with the offhanded term of endearment, but he let it slide and bent to swipe his tongue through the whipped cream. He didn’t lick it off, he spread it till it covered my abs and the tip of my cock.
“How’s that?”
I chuckled. “It’s everywhere now. Even on your nose. C’mere.”
I pulled him against me and rolled us so I was on top. And yeah, there was whipped cream everywhere. We laughed at the mess between us, licking each other’s lips, cheeks, and noses. I nipped his jaw and traveled the length of his body, twirling my tongue around his navel before swallowing his cock in one swoop.
Jake moaned somewhere above me as I worked him over, sucking and licking his pole like it was my job.
I wanted more, though…remember?
I reached for the well-used bottle of lube on the nightstand and slicked my fingers. I returned to cock-sucking duties, teasing his hole with the pad of my fingers as I did my best to deep-throat him. I was getting better at it, but multitasking was the key here. I wanted Jake blissed out and relaxed.
Two fingers in, he was there, legs spread wide, back arched, fingers in my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.
I kissed his inner thigh and added a third digit. “Is this good?”
“So good.”
“Can you take more? Do you want my cock?”
Jake froze and leaned on one elbow, his eyes searching mine. “Yeah, but I’m…I don’t know. You have to go slow.”
“I will,” I whispered, withdrawing my fingers. “I promise.”
I grabbed a condom, added more lube, then lined my cock at his entrance and pushed.
I moved a centimeter at a time. So slow, it was painful…but worth it. I’d never been more in tune with a lover’s body. Seriously. I studied his expressions, measuring his every inhale and exhale for clues as I coached him to relax and coached myself not to slam home and plunder his hole like a Viking berserker conquering something that wasn’t supposed to belong to him.
And that wouldn’t have been right ’cause being with Jake like this—inside him, surrounded by him—felt like a gift. He wanted me, he trusted me. Me.
My arms trembled on either side of his head now. I was balls deep in a hot, tight channel, sweating bullets as he squeezed my cock in a vise grip.
He licked his lips. “It hurts.”
“I know.” I pressed a chaste kiss on Jake’s brow. “It’ll feel better when I move. Can I?”
“Yeah. Just…”
“Slow. I got you.”
I pulled out almost all the way, and surged forward again. Jake’s breath hitched and his groan oozed with cautious pleasure. I curbed the inclination to ask if he was okay and followed my instincts. I thrust a little harder on the next pass, rolling my hips as I captured his mouth.