Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“You mean this?” I asked as I began rubbing my dick against his again.
“Fuck, Flynn,” Jules groaned.
I kissed Jules hungrily as I felt our cocks growing stiffer and stiffer by the second. I would have loved to make love to him slowly, but slivers of light were starting to appear through the wooden slats that acted as blinds for the window.
“Next time,” I promised. I continued to grind against him until Jules was moaning. His hands were on my ass, urging me on. “Watch,” I ordered as I shifted enough that he could see our wet dicks making their own kind of love to each other. I took both our cocks in hand. Jules blew out several heavy breaths like he was trying to stay in control, which was the exact opposite of what I wanted. I pumped my hand up and down our dicks without any kind of finesse. Need had overtaken want, so my focus was purely on getting us both off. Pre-cum coated my palm, making it easier to fist our dicks. Knowing he was helpless to do anything but devour the pleasure that was consuming him, Jules wrapped his fingers around my free wrist and held on.
I kissed him hungrily as our dicks fucked my hand. I’d learned enough about Jules to know how close he was, so I made sure to use just the right amount of pressure and movement to make sure we’d climax together. When the simultaneous orgasms hit us, I used my free hand to cover Jules’s mouth. My guy never held anything back when it came to sex, including his vocal appreciation. It was something I’d learned the day I’d blown him for the first time. Now that we were in his bedroom, I’d figured out very quickly that I either had to kiss him or cover his mouth with my hand when he came so he wouldn’t wake up anyone in the house. Since I wanted to see what it looked like when we came together, I put my palm over his mouth.
Jules did, in fact, shout against my palm as we both came. The powerful orgasm nearly made me close my eyes, but the need to watch won out and as waves of pleasure hit me one after another, I watched my jizz mix with Jules’s as he came. I loved watching him come apart as he lost himself to the orgasm. His back was gracefully arched and his lower limbs were entangled with mine, despite the fact that I wasn’t lying completely on him. His fingers bit into my skin where he held on to the wrist of the hand that was covering his mouth.
It took every ounce of control I had not to shout in relief as my balls emptied every drop of semen onto my hand, dick, and Jules’s upper body. I managed to catch my weight as the natural high began to recede, leaving me with jolting aftershocks.
Jules’s body shook a few times and by the time it was over, his eyes were closed and his breathing had evened out. Physically exhausted myself, I would have loved to just crash next to him, but there was no delaying the light of day as it crept over the trees on the east side of the house.
I forced myself to move and quickly cleaned myself up then used a warm washcloth to wipe the sticky white fluid from Jules’s upper body, including his chin—further proof of how hard one or both of us had come. I pulled my clothes on and then dropped down next to the bed and ran my fingers through Jules’s soft hair. I studied his face and realized it didn’t matter to me at all whether he was wearing makeup or not. Jeans and a sweatshirt or a flashy outfit didn’t affect my feelings for him in any way. I would have proudly walked down any street, small town or big city, holding his hand so others would see how lucky I was to have captured the heart of such an amazing, beautiful soul.
Since I didn’t want to wake him, not even by sending him a text, I did the same thing he’d done three weeks earlier when he’d left me a note to say goodbye. I went to the bathroom and searched through his makeup until I found some lipstick. I returned to his bed and used the lipstick to write a quick note on his nightstand. Fortunately, the house was still silent when I went to the bedroom door. Unfortunately, when I looked back at Jules and saw the small smile gracing his well-kissed lips even as he slept, it made it that much harder to leave his side.
Soon I’d be there so that Jules was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and the first thing I saw when I opened them.