Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Okay. I was just wondering.”
He grinned at me. “Any more questions?”
“Lots, but I’ll save them for later.”
I unbuttoned his shirt, and as soon as he took it off, my hands went straight to his soft, warm skin. I caressed his shoulders and biceps, and when I ran my palms over his broad chest, I could feel his heart racing just like mine was.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside before straddling his lap. He ran his hands down my back, and I leaned into him as he kissed me. It felt incredible to be skin-on-skin. Somehow, it managed to be comforting and a huge turn-on at the same time.
When I rocked my hips, my hard cock rubbed against his through our clothes. It felt good, but I was desperate for even more contact, so I climbed off his lap and quickly stripped myself. He did the same, and when I turned back to him I murmured, “Oh wow.”
His body was a work of art, and his cock was perfectly in proportion to the rest of him—which was to say, it was impressively long and thick. I liked the fact that it was uncut, like mine. That made all of this seem slightly more familiar.
I asked, “Is it okay if I touch you?”
“Yes. Anything you want, Arie.”
I reached over and tried stroking his cock, but the angle felt strange. To remedy that, I straddled his lap again before wrapping my hand around his shaft. He moaned softly when I started jerking him off, and that was reassuring. Even if I felt clumsy and awkward, it seemed I was doing something right.
After a couple of minutes of this, he said, “Can I… no, never mind.”
I stopped what I was doing, resting my hands on his shoulders as I asked, “What were you going to say?”
“I started to ask if I could do the same thing to you, but you’re leading the way.”
“I appreciate you letting me call the shots, but I don’t want you to feel like your hands are tied. I think I need to work my way up to sucking your cock, so if you have some ideas in the meantime…”
He grinned at me. “I might have one or two.” With that, he wrapped his hand around his cock and mine, holding them together as he began jerking us off.
A soft moan slipped from me as I watched what was happening. It was incredible, totally unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His hand already felt great, and then the sensation of his hard cock pressed along my length brought it to another level.
I had absolutely no intention of finishing, but this felt way too good. After maybe a minute, I blurted, “I’m about to—” I couldn’t even finish that sentence. I grasped his shoulders to keep myself anchored as I shot onto both of us, thrusting into his fist as I cried out.
Afterwards, I was instantly hit with a wave of embarrassment. As I gasped for breath, I managed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s fine.”
“But you didn’t get to finish.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
He wasn’t even remotely upset, but I was still mortified. I’d had all the staying power of a horny teenager. I needed a minute to regroup, so I climbed off his lap and said, “I’m going to clean up, unless you want to go first.”
“There are two bathrooms, so we can clean up at the same time. You can use the one that’s through there.” He pointed at the open door to the bedroom.
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I scooped up my briefs and hurried out of the room.
While I was washing up, I gave myself a pep talk. “Get it together, Armando,” I whispered to my flushed reflection in the mirror above the sink. “There’s still a chance to redeem yourself. Just go back out there and make him come. You can do it. You’ve made it this far, and it would be tragic if you chickened out now.” Okay, this was extra embarrassing. I sighed and muttered, “What a dork.”
That orgasm had taken a lot out of me, in more ways than one, so I splashed some cold water on my face to try to resuscitate myself. After I dried off, I put on my briefs and marched out of the bathroom, fully determined to show Tory a good time.
But I was still groggy, and there was a huge, comfortable-looking bed right in front of me. Maybe I should lie down for a minute, long enough to scrape together some energy.
I crossed the room to the big bed and flopped face down on top of the covers. “Just one minute,” I mumbled, as my eyes slid shut. “Sixty seconds. That’s it.”
This felt so damn good, though…
5
Salvatore
When there was no sign of Armando for several minutes, I went in search of him and found him face down on my bed, sound asleep. I grinned and covered him with a blanket before returning to the living room.