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)
“Oh God,” he said softly, leaning back against the wall behind him.
I moved forward, pressing a kiss to his very obvious erection, with only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs separating my skin from his. I teased him, kissing gently along the outline of his cock, until I was up near the waistband. I took it between my teeth, tugging the underwear down until his cock bobbed free.
It was dripping, just a little. And I loved knowing that it was all for me.
He kicked off his boxer briefs and then I had Evan, naked and gorgeous, in front of me. I leaned in to kiss the skin of his inner thigh, moving upward until I was at his cock.
And then in one smooth motion, I took him deep.
He gasped, placing a hand at the back of my head. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Someone’s been practicing?”
I pulled off him. “I looked at a lot of… instructional videos while you were gone.”
“What?”
“On porn sites. I looked up ‘best blow job ever’ and… studied.”
“You wanted to give me the best blow job ever?” he asked, as if I’d just given him a huge compliment.
“Of course I do,” I said. “I watched the technique, the different things people did with their lips, and different deepthroating methods.”
I pressed a series of kisses to his shaft, gently cupping his balls in my hand.
“But you know what somebody told me once?”
“What’s that?” he said breathlessly, his cock twitching.
“That the only way to really get better at something you studied was to practice,” I said. “And you know what, Ev? I’m kind of hot for teacher.”
“Oh God,” he murmured as I took his cock deep in my mouth again. Back in high school, Evan had stressed that lesson to me over and over again—to be good at anything, I had to practice.
Now I was putting that advice to good use.
“Well you are definitely… definitely… passing the test,” Evan said, his eyes fluttering shut as I worked my mouth on his cock.
I pulled off, standing up. I had to get my pants off, sooner rather than later. Evan was still looking blissful, leaned against the wall, and he reached a hand out to run his fingertips over my pecs as I stripped naked.
“I want you to fuck me tonight,” I said, going over to the bed and lying down on my back.
Evan was staring at me wide-eyed, immobile.
“What?” I asked.
“Did… did you just say what I think you did?” he asked.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“Holyfuckingshit that is so hot,” he muttered.
“I thought you knew that was something I was interested in.”
“Yeah, I mean, I thought one day you might be willing to let me try, but I thought that would be in the far, far future, and take a lot of time, and convincing, and…”
“Evan,” I said softly, motioning for him to come over to the bed. “It would take convincing for you to not fuck me. Now get the hell over here.”
He was on top of me a moment later, my whole world filled with him again. He kissed me, his tongue sliding against mine. In our adult version of hot cocoa, he’d spiked the drinks with Bailey’s liquor, and his lips tasted faintly of delicious Irish creme.
“This is what best friends do, right?” Evan said, kissing down my torso, stopping to lick each one of my nipples.
“Christ. Why does it make me rock hard to hear you say that?”
“I think you already were pretty hard, baby,” Evan said, reaching down to gently run a palm along my erection.
“Guilty as charged,” I said, pulling in a breath as he dipped lower, kissing the tip of my cock. “Fuck. I want your mouth so badly.”
“Oh, do you?” he said, teasing me, looking up at me and batting his lashes. That motherfucker.
“Of course I do,” I said, the words coming out strained as I watched him slowly take his tongue—just the tip—and flick it once against the head of my cock.
“Like that?” he said.
“You know I want more than that,” I said. I bucked my hips involuntarily, gently mashing the head of my cock against Evan’s lips. He laughed, clearly satisfied, and just ran his slick lips against my head some more.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want to feel your mouth. I want to go deep inside you. And then… and then I want you to flip me over and fuck me.”
“Mmm,” Evan hummed. He licked one long stripe from the base of my cock to the head, and it made me groan. I bucked my hips again, harder this time.
“I thought I told you to stay still,” he said.
“Can’t stay still around you,” I replied.
“I like that,” he said, finally taking my whole dick into his mouth. The sudden rush of wet warmth was pure fucking heaven, and my eyes fluttered shut as I sank back into the mattress. He worked up and down my cock, running his tongue along every ridge.