Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I forced myself to concentrate on his needs, studying Skylar’s pretty cock, the length and slight curve, the pearls of precome surrounding the slit. I leaned forward to bury my nose in the wiry patch of hair at his groin and inhale the scent, which I’d come to know all too well, since it was practically infused in my sheets. I licked at the crease of his thigh, then upward to his hip bone, while he squirmed and cursed quietly. When I finally stuffed his cock back in my mouth, the fresh burst of seed on my tongue made me hum in pleasure. God, everything about him was appealing, even the taste of his come.
We found our rhythm, rocking our hips and sucking each other’s cocks deep in our throats. I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I also didn’t want it to end. I enjoyed dragging moans from him and making him feel good with my mouth and tongue. When I added a hand, palming his nuts, he shuddered, and I figured he was close as well.
He was rocking more frantically against me as I positioned my head farther back, near his scrotum. With a firm hand on his shaft, I wet the fine hairs, then sucked each of his balls into my mouth. I had the urge to explore more of him, to spread his cheeks and spear his hole with my tongue or fingers—or cock. Didn’t take long for that fantasy to take center stage. Damn. That, along with him sucking me with the perfect pressure, made the pleasure intensify in my groin.
“Ah, fuck.” Skylar’s hips shot forward. “Gonna come.”
Just as my mouth encircled his shaft again, he unloaded his jizz down my throat.
Holy shit.
I could feel Skylar’s tongue working my glans as he chased his pleasure, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shuddered and moaned loudly as my orgasm rolled over me like a gigantic tidal wave, my head swimming in intense pleasure. Skylar worked his throat to swallow down my seed, and then I could feel his harsh breaths against my skin as my shaft softened in his mouth. I licked his slit for one last burst of jizz before I drew back, feeling dreamy and sated.
“Come here,” Skylar said, reaching for me, and our bare skin realigned chest to chest, our tongues sliding together in a deep kiss I felt to my toes.
We lay together in comfortable silence, our hands stroking over each other’s skin, our heartbeats evening out. I could get used to this. No. I pushed away any stray thoughts and focused on how happy and sated I felt resting in his arms.
“I’m still hungry,” Skylar said into my neck, and I chuckled.
“Well, we did abandon our Mar Far chicken,” I replied, remembering where all this had started—with a kiss and Skylar straddling me at the table.
“How dare we!” He rolled away and stood up, stretching out his hand. “Let’s go pig out.”
And so we did, completely naked, and not a care in the world about the mess left in two separate rooms. It felt too fucking perfect.
27
Skylar
We ate, drank wine, and talked. Clark’s hair was mussed and his cheeks a cute perma-pink color, like maybe it was some kind of reaction to the orgasm. Afterward, we went right back to bed, watched a movie, and then I crawled between his legs to blow him again. God, I loved sucking dick. It was one of my favorite things in the world. Once he’d blown his load in my mouth, I jacked off on his stomach and groin before we fell into bed a sweaty, sated mess.
It had been comfortable.
Too comfortable.
Being with Clark was always comfortable for me.
I had no idea what we were doing, what I’d been thinking. I just knew I didn’t want to stop, so I tried to tell myself that being with Clark was just like being with anyone else. We were having fun together. The end.
It was early in the morning now, and I felt the bed shift…oh, not the bed. It was warm, fleshy. I had my head on Clark’s chest and his arm was around me. I nuzzled in deeper.
“I have to go to work,” Clark whispered, his breath in my hair.
“Work is dumb. This bed is awesome.”
He giggled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into me, the movement making my head bounce lightly. “You’re obsessed with my bed. Maybe you should write the company? Give them glowing reviews online?”
I chuckled. He was so silly and funny in the best, most nerdy way ever. “Dear Mattress Company, I really like sleeping with this really hot guy on your beds. He’s warm and snuggly, and the bed is the perfect firmness and softness to suck each other off. Five stars!”
He gave me another laugh, followed by a hiccup. His hand shot up to cover his mouth. “Oh God. I am such a dork.” He groaned and tried to roll over, but I didn’t let him. I climbed on top of him, straddled him, held his wrists against the bed. We were both still naked, my cock hard and aching.