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)
I gulp.
“Look how ready I am for you,” he jokes, moving in for another kiss.
I eagerly accept it before pulling away and gazing down at his length. Since we started messing around, I’ve been curious about something, but now I finally have the courage.
“You curious?” he asks, rolling onto his back. I study him—the tight muscles, the grooves and dips between them, showcasing the hard work he puts into his body. His thick cock shifts subtly right below the grooves in his abs. I get on my knees, crawling down to face it.
I take a moment, staring at it as it pulses before I grasp it in my hand, repositioning it to face me so I can see the slit. Sliding him between my lips, I allow it into my mouth. He has a subtle salty taste, but it’s nice, inviting. As I move up and down, I’m surprised by how soft it is against the sides of my mouth. It’s interesting that, though I’m a bundle of nerves about this, when I have his cock in my mouth, I don’t ask questions, just enjoy myself.
“Fuck, apparently, you don’t have issues with that either,” Ryan says, making my chest swell with pride.
A new taste fills my mouth; he must be leaking. Despite how good he tastes, I pull off because as much as I wanted to try that, there’s something else I’m eager to try more.
Ryan sits up, practically attacking my mouth again, and we’re all tongue and heat as he gets me on my back. Soon he’s kissing down my throat, down my body to my navel, taking a gentle bite out of my abs. When he reaches my trunks, he pulls the waistband down. In that expert way he has, he slides them down my legs and tosses them off. Now we’re both lying in my bed naked, that much closer to making good on our agreement.
“Mmmm,” he says as he tastes my cock before wrapping his arms around my thighs and angling them, exposing me to him. He kisses down my balls, making his way to my ass before I feel him against my hole. He offers a kiss first and then lets his tongue glide around the rim, displaying as much expertise there as he does when kissing my mouth. “Fuck, that’s a pretty hole,” he whispers, his hot breath slamming against my flesh.
My skin prickles with sensation as excitement courses through me. As much apprehension as I had leading up to this moment, I find myself so willing, curious about what the hell he’s gonna do to me.
He makes out with my ass, tongue pushing in deeper as he buries his face against me. “Mmm,” he finally says, leaning back. “How’s that?”
“That’s…lovely,” I assure him.
He snickers. “Lovely? Okay, well, hopefully I can do better than that. You think you’re ready for a finger?”
My muscles tense up again, but I know this is what has to happen next.
19
Ryan
I can tell he’s not as tense as when I first stepped out of the bathroom, but he wouldn’t be Marty if there wasn’t some of that, and his anxiousness is starting to grow on me. Kind of makes him even sexier, which is wild since it must be one of the qualities that annoyed me about him most.
It’s not only his anxiety that I like, though. I enjoy being the one to set him at ease, like I did with my tongue and I intend to do with my finger. I’ve approached this like I would a game—prepped and mentally worked myself into the right headspace. Now it’s time to put all the videos I watched and subreddits I explored into action.
“You ready?” I ask. “I’m gonna start with a finger, and we’ll go from there.”
He bites his bottom lip, then closes his eyes. I can tell by the way his chest rises and falls, slow, controlled movements, that he’s really focusing on his breaths, trying to keep calm.
“I’m ready,” he whispers.
The invitation sends a surge of excitement pulsing through me. Maybe because the idea of giving him more pleasure than he’s ever felt in his life thrills me. At least, that’s what I intend to give him.
I grab the lube and ready my finger before playing along the rim of his hole, which contracts for me. “Love seeing how eager you are,” I say, massaging gently, probing with the tip before pressing and watching as it steadily slips into him. He’s so tight, but I love the thought of being the one to open him up, both in his body and mind. “I love knowing you took extra care to get it ready for me,” I admit as I push farther in.
His muscles loosen up as he rolls his head against his pillow, moaning.
“You’re doing so good,” I assure him, and really, I’m impressed by just how good.