Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
He practically snorts. “I mean, I would be curious to see what happens.”
“I think you know what happens.”
“Whatever. You know what I’m saying.”
I grin. “I do.”
Is it weird that our combative dynamic makes this all even more fun?
He starts to reach for his fly, but I bat his hands away. “Hell no. I got this. You gotta let me do this for you.”
He raises his hands, surrendering, I know not only in this moment, but to messing around. I roll onto my hip beside him, then loosen the buttons on his jeans. His cock is already an inch stretched out from the waistband of his boxers.
“That’s nice and thick,” I tell him. “I’ve always been proud of mine, but you got a real monster down here.”
I watch his expression as he glances around uneasily, his cheeks pinkening.
I take him in my grasp, gulping. “I have to admit, I’m kind of intimidated by this.”
“By how big I am?”
“Not that. I’ve just…had plenty of sex, know exactly what I’m doing with women, but no experience with any other dicks than my own. But I’m confident I can figure it out.”
As I stroke his cock, his body vibrates, and I stare at his expression as his eyes roll back. Fuck, what that does to me.
“Yeah, doesn’t seem like you’re gonna have an issue with that,” he mutters.
A burst of heat swirls in my chest.
“Guess I can work on this while you work on this.” I kiss him while jerking him, my cock firm as fuck while I play with him. Can’t believe I’m locking lips and jerking with Marty McGovern, who was bound and determined to get me kicked out of Alpha Theta Mu’s house.
His dick stiffens even more in my hold, our lips tightening together as I speed up my movements.
“Marty McGovern’s getting real stiff for me,” I whisper into his mouth. “Dirty bastard.”
That plumps him up even more before I steal another kiss. I don’t feel like an expert at this, but I certainly know how to please my cock, and what I’m doing seems to be working just fine as my hand glides up and down his shaft, which swells until it feels like I’m jerking off marble. Between how hard he is and the way he arches his back, I’m sure I’m getting him close, so I speed up my movements, determined to take him all the way.
He pulls away from our kiss and says, “Ryan, I’m gonna…”
“Give it to me,” I tell him.
He hikes his shirt up and shoots across his abs with a load that’s as impressive as his size. I keep pumping him to make sure to get every drop out, feeling like I just made a touchdown. He continues twisting his head either way, his expression locked up, again looking more adorable than I ever thought the guy could look. His body finally stills as he catches his breath.
“You liked that,” I say.
His gaze travels to my crotch. “You clearly did too.”
“Mind if I get off too?” When he shakes his head, I grab my shaft. “Don’t think it’ll take me too long either. You…mind…if I come on you?”
“Huh?”
“You’re already messy. I’ll just add it to that.” It’s not only the mess, though. “Come on, Mart. Let me paint you with my cum.” That excites me for reasons I can’t wrap my head around. Well, aside from the fact that it’s hot as hell.
He stares at me blankly, in a way that makes me worry he’ll say no, but then shrugs. “Sure.”
I kiss him again, rolling toward him as I continue pumping. The thought of mixing my cum with his on his belly, and the sensation of kissing him…it’s all too much for me. There’s an urgency in me, pushing me toward the edge.
“Mart, here it comes. Here I fucking come…”
I roll closer to him, my cum shooting across his torso. I enjoy the release as I paint over his fair skin. When I’m finished, I run the head of my cock through my cum, spreading it across his abs.
We gaze at each other, and he asks, “Feel better?”
“Much. But I definitely think you’re queer, man.”
He rolls his head back, laughing.
It’s a side I get to see him let out around his friends, rarely with only me, and I enjoy seeing that I can bring that out of him too.
“I think you might be right,” he says.
“Glad I could help you figure that out. Maybe tomorrow we work on sorting out how to get you with Ang?”
“Angie.”
“Yeah, whatever her name is.”
“Sure.”
A knot constricts in my chest, this tension I can’t explain, so I disregard it. “Well, so far we know you’re a great kisser…and I do mean great, and considering what an ass you’ve been to me, you know I wouldn’t fuck around about that. You also got a nice, thick dick, so…like most of the things in your life, I think it’s only in your head. Why are you looking at me like that?”