Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“You should see yourself,” Jamie said. They traced the line of a dark eyebrow, the hollow of a cheekbone, the swell of his mouth. “You’re fucking stunning.”
Edgar shuddered, and Jamie felt his cock swell. A look of confusion touched Edgar’s face.
“I can feel how much you like it when I tell you how hot you are,” Jamie purred, intrigued. Edgar ducked his head. “Or is it when I tell you how gorgeous you look when I debauch you?”
Edgar clutched Jamie’s ass with both hands as his hips pulsed.
Their beautiful Edgar wanted permission, wanted his pleasure to please someone else as well. He wanted to feel cared for, protected, safe.
“Can I take these off, baby?” Jamie plucked at the button of Edgar’s pants.
“Please. Yours too?”
Their pants were tangled together at the end of the bed so quickly that Edgar laughed.
“I am a professional after all,” Jamie said. “Well, I’m an amateur. But whatever.”
Edgar pulled them back down on top of him. “I defer to you in all matters of clothing removal, amateur or profesh—Mpf.”
Edgar smiled into the kiss, then their tongues tangled, and he moaned.
“I really like the way you kiss,” Edgar said, pulling away, breathless after a while. His lips were obscene.
“How do I kiss?” They kissed him again, deeply, for data.
Edgar regarded Jamie through eyes heavy-lidded with lust, their lips a breath apart.
“You kiss like everything’s going to be okay,” Edgar said. He instantly looked embarrassed, like he hadn’t meant to verbalize that.
Jamie burned for this man. They wanted to devour him, make him scream, make him theirs. Fuck, they wanted everything.
Jamie kissed his burning cheek. “Thank you. I really like the way you kiss too.”
Jamie encouraged Edgar to take his shirt off and stripped off their own as well. They made no attempt to hide their admiring stare.
“What do you like in bed?” they asked, tracing his rib cage with their fingers.
“I, um, I like to get fucked.” He flushed so beautifully. “And apparently, with you, I really like when you, um, tell me what to do, and…”
“What else?” Jamie murmured. They touched his nipples and watched his eyes flutter closed.
“I like to p-pleasure people. Watch them come.”
Jamie couldn’t resist kissing him.
“What do you like?” he asked.
“Mmm. I love kissing. And touching. Can I touch you?”
When Edgar nodded, they cupped his cock and gently stroked him.
“And you’re in luck,” they said. “Because I would love to fuck you and tell you what to do.” They took his hand and guided it between their legs. “Touch me like this.”
They slid out of their underwear and showed Edgar how they liked to be touched and where. When they were so turned on it felt like they’d explode, they pulled away, groaning.
Edgar’s whole chest was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. He looked about to protest, but before he could, Jamie said, “Take your underwear off.”
Edgar hesitated for a moment, then lifted his fingers to his mouth and touched his fingertips to his tongue. He shuddered as he tasted Jamie.
Lust blazed through Jamie.
They managed to drag Edgar’s underwear off while kissing the hell out of him. When they were both gloriously naked, they looked at each other in appreciation.
Edgar lifted a hand and traced a scar on Jamie’s chest, then pulled it away.
“Is that okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Jamie said, happy he’d asked. “Right here”—they put their hand over his to show him—“is pretty numb. But I can definitely feel when you touch me here.” They put his hands on their nipples.
Edgar leaned down and kissed their nipples. They stroked his back and slid a hand into his hair. He sucked lightly, and Jamie hissed in pleasure. They tightened the hand in Edgar’s hair, and he sucked harder. Jamie imagined encouraging Edgar to stay like that for hours, feasting on their body until they exploded.
Jamie’s breath quickened, and Edgar shifted over them. They both groaned when their hips aligned. Edgar kissed a line up Jamie’s throat and sucked lightly at the skin behind their ear. Jamie was on fire. They couldn’t wait any longer.
“Lie on your back,” Jamie said breathlessly. Edgar obeyed immediately.
Jamie straddled Edgar and wrapped a hand around his cock. Edgar gasped, throwing his head back into the pillow.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” he begged, breath ragged.
Jamie’s nipples tingled, and their head was buzzing. Edgar put a bracing hand on their chest as they swayed above him. His eyes drank them in, and they felt like a god.
“Show me how you like it,” Jamie said.
They stroked him once, then released him, and watched him mourn the loss. Jamie moved their hand between their own legs and stroked themself instead. They were swollen and leaking. Edgar reached for his erection, but his eyes were glued to Jamie. Jamie noted details for later—Edgar liked it a little rough on the downstroke and slower than Jamie would’ve thought.