Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
My lips moved from his mouth to kiss along his jaw and nibble his neck. At the same time, my hand dropped to cup his cock against my palm. It pushed at the front of his jeans, begging to be set free.
“Fuck, Rome,” Liam panted. This was a hint of panic in his voice, and yet his hips lifted, pressing into my hand.
“Let me taste you,” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“I want to suck your dick. Give you the best fucking blowjob you’ve ever had.”
“That would be—” I cut off his words by seizing his mouth. What his wife did or didn’t do for him wasn’t important any longer. She wasn’t in this room, and Liam didn’t belong to her anymore. Liam was mine. As well as all his moans and orgasms.
As he relaxed under my touch, I moved from the couch to kneel between his legs. His wide eyes watched my every movement as I unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. That luscious cock stretched his black briefs, pleading for my hands and mouth.
“Are-are you sure?” Liam stammered, pushing backward into the cushions.
“Fuck. I can’t remember the last time I wanted anything so badly.” Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pulled it lower, freeing his dick at last.
Liam was blessed with a lovely cock. A perfect mouthful. That first morning after the sleepover, I’d not gotten to see it too well. He’d been quick to cover it with his hand. But this time, it was all mine.
With my free hand, I wrapped my fingers around his dick and stroked it. He swore loudly, punching his hips upward into my touch while his palms slapped the sofa on either side of him. His breaths escaped him in rough pants. That was a good start. I didn’t expect this would take too long, but I was going to savor him for as long as I could.
Leaning in close, I licked across the crown, enjoying that first taste of him before working my way down his cock, taking more of him with each pass. The weight and slide of him across the flat of my tongue. The musky scent of his skin close to my nose. His fingers tangling in my hair, twisting and causing fine pinpricks of pain across my scalp. All of it combined to make me so fucking hard.
Soft whimpers escaped him, and his hips raised as I dropped to nearly the base of his cock. His dick swelled in my mouth. He was getting closer. A moan escaped me, and I sucked him harder, moved faster.
“Fuck! Rome! I-stop. I’m-I’m gonna come!” he shouted. His fingers pulled, trying to lift me from his cock, but I refused to budge. I sucked him off as though my life depended on it. I wanted all of it. Needed to taste him.
He stopped fighting me and let go. His hips moved several times, fucking my mouth. Saliva slipped along his shaft. The room filled with his harsh breathing and a wonderful, wet sucking noise until he shouted his release. His cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed out of reflex but caught the next bit on my tongue, tasting him.
A tiny cry of pleasure, followed by a sigh, slipped from his damp lips as I allowed his clean cock to leave my mouth. My dick was throbbing faster than my pounding heart, and I desperately needed to come, but it didn’t matter compared to the crooked smile on his flushed face.
“So?” I teased.
“Show-off,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“Yes, that was the best fucking blowjob of my life.” His smile turned nervous, and he licked his lips. “Um…should I…you know…?”
There was no blood in my brain. I couldn’t guess what he was thinking, and I should have been able to.
“What?”
“Reciprocate?”
“Oh! Oh, fuck no. I mean, shit.” I shoved off my knees and dropped next to him onto the couch. “Don’t get me wrong. I would love for you to suck my dick. Anytime, anyplace. Say the word. But if you’re not comfortable with that, then no, you don’t have to.” With one arm wrapped around his shoulder so I could gather him close, I reached down with my other hand and adjusted myself so the discomfort didn’t have me clenching my teeth.
“But that’s normal, right? To reciprocate…”
Now I was grinding my teeth and cursing myself. If it was always and forever going to be us, I’d say that he didn’t need to worry about it and that was the end of the conversation. But this wasn’t only about us finding our way together. I was supposed to be his gay mentor, his sherpa through this tangled path.
A sigh escaped me. “Yes, from the standpoint of etiquette, it is polite to offer. If you’re always the taker and never the giver in a relationship, it can be annoying, unless it’s something you’ve agreed upon ahead of time. If you’re not comfortable sucking a guy off, you could at least offer to give him a hand job.”