Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Fuck, that’s good.” I push up to my knees.
“Good for you? Jesus, that was good for me.”
“I like giving head. If you ever do it one day, you might like it too. There’s something powerful about making a man come with your mouth.”
Kneeling beside him, I grip my shaft and stroke, needing to come, but then Theo’s hand on my arm stops me.
“Can I try it now?” he asks, gazing at me with those puppy-dog eyes that make the fullness return to my chest.
“You want to?” Did my voice just crack? Why the fuck is my voice cracking?
“Yes.”
I nod, not knowing if I’ll survive it.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Theo
It’s not every day that a guy sucks his first dick, and while my stomach is trying to eat itself with nerves, there’s no denying the tingle of excitement racing across my skin.
“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to rush you.” Perry brushes his hand against my cheek sweetly.
Friends with benefits, friends with benefits, friends with benefits.
“Super ready. I feel like I’m going zero to sixty in like two seconds with this whole bisexual thing, but that’s just because…” I glance toward the mattress. “Because it’s with you and I trust you. I mean, if you can’t trust the man who saved your life, who can you trust?”
“Silly puppy,” Perry says, but there’s something off about his voice. I can’t explain it, but it feels like he’s struggling to believe what I’m saying—like he can’t understand why I would believe in him, so he’s playing it off like it can’t be real. Thinking about his situation with his dad, that makes sense. Does Perry not believe someone would really want him? Like for something meaningful?
“I’m serious, Perry. I was when I said I trust you, and I was when I said you’re basically my favorite person.”
Perry frowns, and for a moment, I think he’s going to argue with me, but instead he lies down and silences me with his mouth. I taste my release on his tongue, and something about that turns me on even more, makes the desire pumping through my blood go faster and spread further.
I refuse to let myself get distracted, though, so I begin to kiss down his body, reach and grab his cock in my hand. I stroke it, revel in the weight of it, how natural it feels to have a dick in my hand that isn’t my own. To have Perry’s dick in my hand.
Goose bumps shoot up my arms at the thought.
I stop when I get to his groin. Using my tongue, I lash at the pearl of precum at his tip.
Perry hisses. It doesn’t taste as strong as I know his release will, and the back of my neck tingles at the thought of experiencing it. For some reason, that makes the nerves twist and turn inside me. What if I’m terrible at this? What if I accidentally bite his dick or something?
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” Perry asks.
The tension inside me relaxes. I don’t know how he saw I needed that, but somehow Perry did. He’s seen me more than anyone ever has.
“Yes.”
“That’s because you want to be good for me, don’t you, Puppy?”
Yes. God yes. There is nothing I want more than to be good for him. I tuck that truth away because I have a feeling setting it free will cause a whole lot of problems, so I nod instead.
“Settle between my legs,” Perry tells me, so I do. “Lick my balls first. I love that.”
Well, that’s something I never thought someone would say to me…or that I’d like it.
I kiss them first because I like kisses and maybe Perry does too, then taste his sac for the first time. His skin is salty, the scent of musk and man filling my senses. My pulse slams against my skin because I like the smell. A lot. It gets to me the same way his cologne did in the beginning.
I lick him again and again, his balls full and tight in the sac. Perry runs his fingers through my hair, touches my face, watching me, and while I feel like I should be embarrassed, I’m not.
I take one of his nuts in my mouth just to test it out. A tremor of eagerness goes off inside me when he groans like he likes what I’m doing. I mean, it’s a mouth on his junk, so how can he not like it?
“Move up to my dick now.” Perry grabs the base and holds it up for me. “Lick it like an ice cream cone.”
“I love ice cream.” I pump my brows at him, and he offers back the grin I like so much.
The feel of his soft skin covering his hard length makes my tongue sing. I inhale, taking in the scent of him, focusing on the taste of sweat and sex and Perry. Seconds later, just licking him isn’t enough anymore. I push up some so I can get the right angle, then suck him into my mouth.