Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I wait until the tension in his cock eases up, his grip loosening, and I pull off, a thread of precum between my mouth and the head of his dick. I’m too greedy to miss any of it, licking the head and then my lips, then gazing at Dax, who’s got a death grip on the side of the desk.
“You were really pushing your luck there.” His expression is panicked, as though he was doing everything in his power to keep from blowing his load too soon. Which is so damn satisfying.
“I knew you’d be good. I told you not to come yet, right?”
There’s that desire in his eyes, that fun flare of excitement that hits me right in the chest, a burst that radiates through me, filling my cock as I roll on the condom. With my free hand, I grope at his ass.
“You’re so tight. I can just imagine what it’s gonna feel like when my hips are clapping against that.” I give it another slap just to give me an idea, and it makes me swell even more. I run my thumb from the cheek along the crease and lick my lips.
“What are you thinking?” Dax asks.
“I have some lube, or…” His eyes widen, like he already knows where I’m going with this. “Or…I feel like you might prefer spit so you can really feel me forcing you open.”
Did he just blush? Fuck, did I really make Dax Armstrong blush?
“The second option.”
I lean down, collecting as much saliva as I can manage, pushing his cheeks apart before getting a big wet one right in him. I give another, then spit in my palm and rub it over the condom, which has a little lube already. Just the right amount, I figure, as I push the head against his hole.
Sensation radiates in my pelvis, climbing. It’s like what his touch does to me, like I just needed to get inside this ass to relax.
There’s a bit of effort to get the head in, but the way Dax is rolling his head back, gasping, it’s nothing he can’t handle. And he takes me like the sex god he is.
Despite my desire to be drilling the fuck out of him, I take my time, opening him up steadily, paying close attention to his every move because as much as I want him to feel it, I don’t want to hurt the guy. At least, not any more than he’d enjoy. And as much as I may have wanted to pummel him in the past, tonight I only want to give him pleasure. And maybe torture him by refusing to let him come until I tell him it’s okay. Yes, I definitely want to do that.
While he’s gradually allowing me inside, I drink in his body, thinking of how I’ve assessed every inch of it in class, how I’ve obsessed over these thighs, the ridges in his abs, the lean muscle in his pecs. Taking it all in makes me swell in him, and he gasps, making me halt in place. “Too much?”
He seems surprised I’m checking in. “Oh, no, that’s not too much. That was the spot.”
Mmmm. I love knowing I’m the reason for his pleasure, and it seems to make his body open right up for me, until soon I’m balls-deep inside, watching his eyes roll back as he bites his lip. I cup my hand behind his neck and draw him close. “Why don’t you let me bite that for you?” He doesn’t seem to know what I’m talking about, so I go in, placing his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging gently.
I start off with subtle movements. It’s clear that just my spit and the bit of lube I’ve used is making this more challenging, but his ass adjusts as I continue teasing my teeth along his lips.
When I can tell he’s ready, I give a good thrust, and as he calls out, “Fuck, Miles,” I crush my lips against his, holding him in place as I take what’s mine, broad thrusts in and out.
I slide my hand from his neck around to his throat, holding on as I speed up my movements. “Fuck, you’re such a good bottom,” I admit as I revel in the grip his ass has on me, the way he surrenders to me. I release his throat and lean back, hooking my thumbs under the jock, holding on to keep his ass in place as I keep fucking him. I must not realize my own strength because soon the whole damn desk is rocking about, rattling as it hits the windowsill.
He reaches for his cock, but I seize his wrist. “No,” I say, swatting it away.
I take hold of him, stroking for him while I fuck, watching as he leaks into his navel. I slide my thumb across it and steal a taste.