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)
Edgar took Jamie’s hand and led them to the bedroom. He stripped out of his clothes, and Jamie drank in the sight with appreciation. Then he lay down on the bed, ass up, and looked at Jamie.
“Would you fuck me?” Edgar asked. “Hold me down?” His lashes fluttered with effort. “M-make me come?”
Liquid fire slid through Jamie’s veins, and they groaned. Edgar clenched his eyes shut.
They walked over to the bed, admiring the broad planes of Edgar’s shoulders and the delicate curve of his lip in profile against his pillow.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jamie said. “And fuck yes, I will.”
Jamie traced the curve of Edgar’s spine from the nape of his neck to the crack of his ass, and Edgar shuddered, goose bumps rising on his skin though the evening was warm. His ass was round and plump, and Jamie wanted to give it a swat and see how it jiggled, but that was for another time.
Ditching their pants, Jamie climbed in bed next to Edgar and kissed the path their fingers had just taken. Edgar shuddered and trembled as their lips moved over him, and when Jamie licked back up again, Edgar’s muscles tensed.
“You okay?” Jamie asked.
Edgar groaned in response.
They nipped at Edgar’s ass and were rewarded with him raising it for their thorough investigation.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jamie muttered. “Turn over?”
Edgar did, revealing that his face and throat were flushed pink. His erection strained against his stomach.
Jamie straddled Edgar’s waist, and they kissed deep and desperate, tongues entwining, lips feasting, until they were both breathing heavily. They ground their crotch into Edgar’s hip, loving the exquisite pressure.
“Jamie, Jamie,” Edgar said.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Please, fuck. I need you. It’s been so long and I…I need it. I need you.”
Edgar’s eyes were wild, and he was writhing on the bed. Seeing Edgar like that had Jamie nearly lightheaded with lust.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Jamie said.
Edgar’s cock was hard and wet at the tip. They wanted to drink down his nectar and then blow his mind. Instead, they ran a fingertip over the precome beading there and rubbed it between their fingers.
“You need this?” Jamie said, voice low and rough with want.
“So fucking bad.”
Jamie felt like electricity held together by a fragile skin. “You like to get fucked hard by a big cock, Edgar?”
Edgar nodded slowly.
“You sure?” they teased.
“Yes, god, please fuck me,” he said, looking into Jamie’s eyes.
Jamie groaned, lust making them throb. They pulled out the strap-on from their overnight bag and held two dildos up to Edgar—one of an average size, the other a bit larger and with a wicked curve.
“Lucky boys get to pick,” they said. “So which is it gonna be?”
Edgar’s eyes flew back and forth between them and then up to Jamie. He swallowed hard, then pointed to the larger of the two.
Fuck, they couldn’t wait to see Edgar’s face when they slid inside him.
Jamie slid their underwear off and stepped into the harness, tightening the leather straps around their hips.
They lubed their cock and knelt between Edgar’s legs.
“You want this?” Jamie teased Edgar’s hole with the tip.
Edgar moaned wildly and let his knees fall apart. He looked wanton and beautiful, cheeks flushed, dick straining against his belly.
Jamie pressed inside him slowly, feeling the smooth muscle giving way as they pressed deeper.
Edgar let out tiny little gasps, and Jamie watched closely as they pushed in deeper. Edgar shifted his hips, and they both groaned as Jamie slid inside him.
“Right there. Oh, fuck. Right there.”
Jamie fucked Edgar until his eyes rolled back in his head. He squirmed and strained, cock so hard it bounced against his stomach.
“Please,” Edgar begged weakly.
“Turn over,” Jamie said.
He groaned and threw his head back, then flipped over onto his hands and knees and looked backward over his shoulder at Jamie.
They slid back inside him, and Edgar found the angle that made him gasp, and then they moved together.
“Touch your cock,” they instructed. “But only a little bit. I wanna see.”
Edgar’s groan was the sweetest reward Jamie had ever won. His hand rose tentatively from the bed to close around his leaking erection. The second he made contact, he melted against Jamie, groaning and saying mindless things about how gorgeous Jamie was and how sexy.
While he stroked himself, Jamie kept fucking him, seeking out the angle that made him moan.
“So close,” Edgar gasped. “Please, please, please, Jamie.”
Jamie had never heard someone sound so close to desperate tears. They fucking loved it. They felt glorious and powerful, and they couldn’t wait to hear what sounds Edgar made when he came.
“Get on top,” Jamie said.
Edgar’s eyes were wild with lust, and they did it without question. Jamie settled on the bed, and Edgar straddled them, reaching behind himself to guide Jamie back inside.
“Now. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock however you like, and play with yourself until you come.”