Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
There he was, lying on the table, the LED lights glistening off his smooth skin.
I took a sip from his glass of ice water, catching a piece of ice between my teeth, then set the glass down. I crawled up onto the table, my foot on the chair, my knee on the table as I moved the ice up Cohen’s happy trail, traveling through the lines in his abs.
He gasped, rolling his head back, clearly enjoying the tease as I maneuvered my way to his pecs, then ran the melting ice around his left nipple. A drop of water rushed down the side of his chest. His hand pressed against the back of my hand as he stroked, encouraging my work. I inspected his hard cock, moving back down and running the ice along the shaft.
Battling against Cohen’s warm flesh, the ice didn’t last much longer before I had to fetch another piece from his glass of water.
He was all gasps and moans as I probed him with the ice, making my way down his balls, to between his legs. He raised them for me so I could rim his hole with the ice.
God, it looked so damn tight, too tight to take me, but obviously there had to be a way, same as Cohen was able to get inside me.
“Fuck, Brody,” he said, giving me the encouragement I needed to press the piece of ice into his twitching hole.
I swallowed it as it melted before kissing and licking his hole.
I was controlled by emotion and instinct, this same wild impulse that had pulled me right to Cohen from the start. I grabbed my spoon and depressed it into the vanilla ice cream, pulling a chunk out and landing it on Cohen’s abs.
He laughed, his body trembling from the cold. “Naughty little O’Ralley,” he said as I moved the scoop around his belly with my mouth, watching as it painted his abs with the cream. I let it settle in his navel before lapping it up, then took my time navigating for the rest around his torso.
Once I’d finished cleaning up the mess I’d made, I kissed his navel before nibbling at the edge. Kissing up his body, I reached his mouth, and his eyes popped open. He had this satisfied expression on his face as we kissed. He helped me pull my tee off. We laughed and played as I stripped down with him, and soon we were both lying across the table, just enough room for us next to the dishes we’d pushed aside.
I retrieved a condom from my pocket and slyly displayed it for Cohen. He started to take it when I pulled it back and shook my head. “My turn now.”
“You gotta go real slow. It’s been a long time since someone’s been back there.”
I slid off the table, crouching down as I lifted his legs, spread them, and inspected the hole I’d been familiarizing myself with just a few moments earlier.
I offered a kiss just beside it. “Is that true, lil’ Cozies? You haven’t had anyone inside you in a while?”
I kissed it again.
And again.
Tenderly, to prove to Cohen just how good I could be to his ass.
He laughed. “What the hell are we doing?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you,” I spoke to his hole before running the tip of my tongue along his slit, earning another wave of shivers, goose bumps pricking across his thighs.
As I rolled on the condom, towering over Cohen, I loved the idea of dominating his body, having him begging for more. Stooping down, I spit against his hole a few times, then opened the packet of lube attached to the condom, and put some on my cock and his hole.
He spread his legs more, allowing me closer to the edge of the table. As my cock got closer to his ass, I noticed it stiffening even more. And then I noticed Cohen’s expression.
“What are you so smug about?”
“Just how badly you want this ass.”
“You gonna pretend you don’t want my cock?”
He shook his head. “Get in here.”
“Bossy bottom. Yes, sir.”
I pushed the tip against his hole, carefully maneuvering inside him, my gaze shifting between his ass and his expression as I tried to ensure he was enjoying every moment of it.
He took deep, pensive breaths, his expression so much more serious than before. We were on a fucking mission.
We were as patient as we could manage as we worked together through my own eagerness about wanting it all in a moment and his nervousness about me being inside him. But by the time I got in deep, it was evident with each moan that escaped his mouth, his head rolled back, his hands behind his head, that I was giving it to him right.
“How do I feel?” I asked him.