Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Hmm?” I hummed, licking a stripe from just below his belly button down to the base of his cock. The soft velvet of his shaft brushed up against my cheek and it actually made my mouth water. Evan’s dick was like some sort of fucking drug to me, and I didn’t understand it, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
“The things that you’re telling me,” he said, leaning back into the pillow.
“If me telling you what I want to do to you is dirty talk, then I guess I’m into it,” I said. “Now let me put my tongue on you.”
“Let you? I—”
He broke off into a deep groan as I took him slowly into my mouth again, this time going deeper than I had before. I had no idea what I was doing with regards to blow jobs, but it didn’t take much to make Evan clutch the bedsheets like he was holding on for dear life.
I took him even deeper, and he released the sheets, instead bringing his hand to the side of my head.
That made my cock jump. Just the simple feeling of his hand guiding my head as I explored him with my tongue.
Somehow, at that moment, I got it into my head that I wanted to someday give Evan the best orgasm he’d ever had. I’d always had a competitive streak when it came to sports, and it hit me harder than any win I’d ever craved before.
I wanted to be his number one. I wanted to be the person he thought of when he jerked off, to make him come so hard he forgot his damn name.
It probably wouldn’t be this time or anytime soon, but I was going to do it, so long as he let me. If there was nothing weird about going down on my best friend, then there was nothing weird about wanting to be the best at it.
Especially if it made him dig his fingers into my hair the way he was right now.
I pulled off his cock for a moment, looking up at him. He was furrowing his brow, his jaw hanging open.
“Am I doing okay?” I said.
“You’re doing a whole lot better than okay—Jesus—”
He broke off as I went back to his cock, sucking him like it was my damned job. I let my tongue flick against his tip as I bobbed up and down, trying to vary the sensation as much as I could.
“You are not messing around, are you,” Evan whispered. I loved that I could feel his hips bucking underneath me with each stroke of my tongue. My own cock was insanely hard now, even though I was totally neglecting it between my legs. It just turned me the fuck on to be able to do this to Evan. If this was all it took to show him how much he meant to me, I could do it every damned day.
“Holy fuck, Mitch,” Evan said, his voice broken. His fingers were laced in my hair now and he was clutching me harder than before. “You’re going to make me come—soon—”
Perfect. I grasped the inside of his thigh and pushed it up even further, taking his cock as deep as I could. Soon he was a babbling, incoherent mess, swearing and saying my name over and over again. His skin was hot and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but fuck it, so was mine.
I wanted all of him. I’d always shared everything else with Evan, and I wanted to be able to share these kinds of moments, too. His muscles were shuddering now and I knew he was losing control completely.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come—” he managed to say, and I didn’t miss the pet name he’d called me.
For fuck’s sake. I’d always hated pet names like that, but hearing it on Evan’s lips had me addicted instantly. I wanted to be his. I was his. And I was ready to take all of him.
His legs tensed up underneath me and I felt his cock pulse as he came. His eyes were squeezed shut but I watched as he let them flutter open as he let go in my mouth, looking straight at me. My heart was going to beat right out of my chest, or I was going to come, or something. It was so much. It was goddamned incredible.
And as he came, I swallowed. He tasted mildly salty but neutral. I hummed, lapping it up, keeping my mouth gently around his cock as he caught his breath.
It was like all the tension left Evan’s face over the next minute. He lay back on the bed and I moved to lie next to him, gently dragging my palm across the smooth skin of his bicep, back and forth. I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.