Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“I…want to try something.” I reached for his shaft and stroked from root to tip. My dick flexed and my balls tightened at his groan. “Can I suck you?”
“The tile might be bad for your knees,” he said, echoing what I’d said in the locker room. “But I won’t complain.”
I knelt, ignoring the discomfort, and brushed a shaky hand across his abdomen as I took in his cock, which was flushed at the tip, and the wiry hair it was nestled in. Never had I been turned-on by seeing a guy’s goods, and I’d seen plenty in the locker room, but I was by his. I was nervous too, that I wouldn’t be good enough.
Noticing my unease, Emil gripped my shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Our eyes met. “But I might not be very good.”
“Any way you choose to touch me will turn me on,” he said, tangling his fingers in the wet strands of my hair. And that, his tender tone, and the brush of his fingers helped calm me.
I blew out a breath, then leaned closer, first pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft. When he trembled, it boosted my confidence. I mouthed up and down his cock, taking in his soapy taste and musky scent, then inhaled him like he had me, burying my nose in the prickly hair at his groin. His hands burrowing in my hair told me I was on the right track.
When I licked the tip and tasted precome, my eyes swam. I’d never pictured myself doing something like this, but I fucking loved it.
“Damn, that feels so good.”
That was enough to make me keep going, using my tongue and mouth to lick and kiss his plump dick. When I finally got the courage to open my mouth and suckle the head of his cock, I was rewarded by a full-body shudder.
“Oh God, just like that,” he rasped while I worked a few inches between my lips, trying to get used to how it stretched my mouth and felt against my tongue as I lashed it against the tip. He tasted clean, like soap, but also like Emil too—that toasty-warm smell I’d become accustomed to in our room and in his bed.
I didn’t take him any deeper, not because I didn’t want to choke or make that gagging noise I’d heard from a few women over the years, but because, honestly, I didn’t know if I could. What I was doing felt just right to me, and maybe it did to him too because he moaned and swayed, tightening his fingers in my hair.
I pulled off to catch my breath. Using my fist near the root, I stroked him while twirling my tongue around the glans and across the tip. I was hoping it was good for him, and when I looked up, his eyes were wild, his mouth shiny, and when his fingers dragged across my jaw, my stomach turned to mush.
I took him in my mouth again, this time working his shaft deeper as I bobbed and increased the suction. His moans grew desperate, more frequent, until his back bowed, and he called out, “I’m gonna come.”
I was grateful for the warning, but I didn’t want to pull off. I wanted to experience all of it. When I felt his come shoot against the roof of my mouth, it was a salty surprise. But I worked to swallow it, though I could feel it dripping down my chin too.
He caught his breath as he screwed his eyes shut for a moment, then looked down at me. “Jerk yourself off.”
I took hold of my neglected cock and watched him, that grin of satisfaction, that light in his eyes, and it was enough to make me shoot, my balls emptying down the drain along with the lukewarm water.
I stood on shaky legs and grinned stupidly at him. Just as I was about to open the shower door, he tugged on my arm.
“C’mere,” he said and brushed our lips together as if he knew I was too embarrassed to ask and appear needy.
We stood under the spray with our lips latched together until it was too darned cold.
After we got dressed and he fluffed his hair for way too long, we showed up at the club to meet our friends, and I allowed him to drag me onto the dance floor. I was on such a high that it didn’t even matter that I didn’t know how.
15
EMIL
“I invited Bruce to hang with us tomorrow,” I said during a video call with my parents. I glanced at the door to make sure he hadn’t returned from the dining hall yet. “I knew you’d be cool with it no matter what, but I wanted to give you a heads-up.”
“Well, this is new,” Mom said with a smile. “I thought there was some sort of tension between the two of you.”