Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“You are being very good for me,” I said, letting my lips brush against his earlobe.
I heard him let out a breath that was something like relief.
Confirmation.
I’d given him praise, like he was my teacher’s pet.
And he was eating up that praise as if somewhere, deep down, he really fucking needed it.
From where I was leaning over him, I could see his cock below me, out in front of him as he sat on his knees.
He was so hard. Dripping precum from his tip.
I wanted to stand back up and shove my cock past his lips again, but being this close to his face was stirring a deeper feeling inside me.
Like there was something else I wanted to take from him, too.
How was I supposed to resist trying for more?
I pulled his hair and moved his head backward a little.
Then I pressed my lips against his.
I had absolutely no right to be kissing him, which is probably the exact reason I wanted to do it. Part of me expected him to shove me away instantly, and I braced for that, keeping the kiss slow.
But I knew I’d won when I felt him open to my mouth a moment later. His tongue slid out against mine, hot and slick, and my cock started to ache at the contact.
That was not supposed to feel this good.
Too good.
He can want you, but he can’t have a goddamned thing.
I sucked on his lower lip, hard, before pulling away from the kiss.
“Take my cock,” I told him again as I leaned back up.
I pushed into his mouth again, inch by inch, watching it disappear between his lips before I could linger for too long looking at his eyes.
For God’s sake.
He had a look on his face like I’d just fucked him instead of kissed him.
Pupils wide.
A faraway stare as he watched my eyes, like I’d sent him to some level where he wasn’t obsessed with his own ego.
I pushed forward in a slow rhythm again, fucking his mouth.
“Yes, Andrew. I knew you wanted me since our first day in that summer class,” I uttered, my voice giving away how much I liked this now.
I kept my cock stuffed in his mouth, and I loved how I could feel the vibration of his throat as he moaned around me.
“Knew I turned you on,” I continued, punctuating my words as I thrust inside. “Even knew you liked my tattoo. I’m not going to fuck you tonight, because I always keep my word. But I want you to remember this, every moment out there on the field. Your little kingdom of a football field is mine, now, too.”
I hissed as he leaned forward, taking me deep in his throat.
It felt so fucking good.
“Put your hand on your cock,” I commanded.
He did it.
Instantly.
“I’m going to come on your tongue, and you’re going to come for me,” I told him. “But you’re not getting what you want.”
I was surprised as he slid off my cock, his defiant attitude returning for a moment.
He looked up at me, tilting his head to one side.
“Keep acting like you know me,” he said. “Like you’ve figured me out. It’s not that complicated, Gray. It’s not that I wanted your cock so badly. It’s just that the worst people are sometimes the best fuck.”
I hummed, putting three of my fingers into his mouth as a little punishment.
Or maybe as a reward.
“I guess you look good with any part of me in your mouth,” I said, pushing my fingers deeper, then dragging them along his tongue. “You really hate it that much that I’m going to be watching you until Homecoming? I thought you were a slut for attention.”
He bit down on my fingers, and I couldn’t help but smile at the slight pain.
I pulled my hand out of his mouth and put my cock back in again.
“You’re just going to have to get used to this,” I told him.
He leaned back, taking my cock out of his mouth.
“Try me,” he said.
“Already have you. Now touch yourself while you make me come.”
He did what I said, because he seemed to always like doing that.
Now he wasn’t fucking around.
He started to bob up and down on my cock like he wanted me to fuck his throat. He leaned forward on his knees a little, changing the angle so that my cock hit a little deeper.
“So good, Andrew,” I said in a low tone.
One of my hands moved to the back of his head and I guided him along my cock.
When he groaned around me, I knew he was close to coming. I watched as he moved his hand off of his cock, staving off an orgasm.
“Didn’t tell you to stop,” I told him. “I’m going to come down your throat. Touch yourself.”
I thrust a little faster and saw him grip his own cock again now too.