Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I’d had my fair share of hookups in my adult life, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt as wanted as I had in the last few hours tonight. Casey, as far as I was concerned, was my sexual Kryptonite.
I’d never thought I was into younger guys before. Hadn’t really given much thought to age at all, really. I’d mostly been with people who were my age, not even considering that someone who was 23 could crave me in quite the way Casey seemed to. But now that I’d gotten a taste of it, I wanted the whole damn thing. I wanted all of him.
I groaned softly as his tongue finally hit the base of my cock. He licked a slow, wet line with the tip of his tongue, all the way to the tip of my shaft.
“Tease,” I said, my voice low.
“I know I am.”
My cock pulsed. When I looked down I could see a shiny bead of precum had collected at the tip, all for him. A moment later he brought his tongue up to lick it away, then sucked the tip, his lips pursed.
“There you go,” I said. “More.”
He hummed as he took another inch of me into his mouth, still teasing me, but giving me what I asked for.
He’d told me he liked being bossed around, but now that we were here together, I could tell he didn’t just like it—he craved it, deeply. Every time I praised him or gave him a command, he had some kind of palpable reaction. His cock twitched. Or his cheeks got a little flush to them. Or he let out one of those quiet moans that I was starting to get addicted to already.
“Are you going to let me fuck your mouth, Casey?”
He moaned around my cock, his lips already starting to get tantalizingly sloppy. “Yes,” he said as he pulled off for just a moment. “Please.”
When he lowered down around me again I let my hips buck upward, slowly at first, and then a little harder as I realized how much he could take. I was aware of the power I had, and that with each thrust, there was a moment where Casey couldn’t breathe for a second.
It took a lot of trust to let someone do that. I could tell we both knew that from experience.
And Casey did trust me. Already. Even though I’d barely earned it.
A minute later he wrapped his fist around the base of my shaft, slowly stroking it as he looked up at me. His expression conveyed only one thing: he looked gone. Peaceful, relaxed as all hell, his eyelids dropped halfway down.
But in that moment, he also looked at me with an amount of care that made me pause. After all, in reality I was just getting a blow job from a hot guy I’d met at a bar, and there was a part of me that never expected much from these sorts of things. Casey didn’t have to look at me with kind, caring eyes like that, but here he was doing it.
Almost like he was checking in on me.
Even though I was the one who had just been fucking his mouth like he was mine.
He held my gaze as he lowered back down, licking up my shaft slowly again. I was starting to realize he didn’t want me to come too fast, and I hated and loved that, all at the same time.
“Damn,” I said, my voice coming out low. “You really do know how to keep me right on the edge.”
“You like it?” he said, teasing me again.
“Just a little bit,” I said, and we both knew it was an understatement.
As he started taking my cock into his mouth again, going obscenely deep, I knew it wasn’t just about the way he was blowing me. It was about the way he’d looked at me since the moment he met me. How unashamed he’d been in the bar. The fact that he was doing all of this right by the Christmas tree was just the cherry on top.
Something started to build in the pit of my stomach. He reached one hand up to squeeze my ass. Little sounds escaped his mouth—both the slick, wet, lurid sound of his spit and his own humming. Could it even be called humming? It was more like outright moaning around my dick.
Every cell in my body lit up as I started bucking my hips upward again, and this time I didn’t feel in control of it at all. There was no question that I was going to come, sooner rather than later.
“You want it,” I said, my voice broken and breathy. “You want it so badly.”
He moaned deeply around my cock. I didn’t even know where the words spilling out of my mouth were coming from. I didn’t usually say things like that—hell, I didn’t always even talk at all, during sex.