Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
God, his submission was so damn beautiful, every fantasy that Wes himself had ever had too. He made quick work of wrapping Dustin’s wrists. It wasn’t a tight job, and a SEAL like Dustin could probably get free in three seconds, but it would serve for giving them both the fantasy they craved.
Wes positioned Dustin’s hands pointing down but not touching his cock. “No touching your dick or I’ll put your arms behind you.”
“I won’t.” Dustin was breathing hard, eyes glassy.
Sinking to his knees in front of Dustin, he tugged him forward until his ass was on the edge of the cushion. “This still in your fantasy rotation?”
“Oh fuck yes.” Dustin gazed down at him, and Wes could get lost in that look—affection, awe, anticipation all competing for dominance on Dustin’s handsome face.
Wes yanked at Dustin’s sweats, taking them and his boxer briefs down in one smooth movement so that Dustin was naked in front of him. And what a fucking glorious sight—lightly furred chest, strong muscular legs, massive arms. Hard, straining cock. And those bound wrists reminding him that all that strength and power was Wes’s to control tonight.
“You think you’ve been good enough for this?” Wes blew warm air over Dustin’s dick, mouth almost close enough to kiss but not quite.
“Yes.” Dustin bobbed his head emphatically. “Please.”
Taking a leisurely swipe at Dustin’s cockhead with his tongue, Wes winked at him. “Prove it.”
Wes highly doubted he was the first person to go down on Dustin, but he was determined to be the best, and to that end, he set out torturing Dustin with little licks and flicks, tracing each of the thick veins wrapping around his cock, finding all the sensitive places on the underside.
“Please. I’ll be good.” Dustin’s voice was a low whine.
“Don’t move your ass,” Wes warned. “You let me work.”
Watching Dustin fight the urge to thrust up was a fabulous heady rush of power. Relenting, Wes sucked him deep, but pinned his legs with his arms, making it so Dustin couldn’t thrust even if he wanted to.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
“You better not come,” Wes said as he pulled back. “I’ve got big plans for that tight ass of yours, and I’m going to be highly disappointed if I don’t get to it.”
Dustin’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t object. The trust he was putting in Wes was truly breathtaking. Wes rewarded him by swallowing him deep, humming to relax his gag reflex. Deep throat wasn’t the easiest thing for him, particularly with a monster cock like Dustin’s, but he was determined to try.
“Need it,” Dustin groaned. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
Wes resisted the urge to preen at the compliment. He was good at this, and he started rubbing Dustin’s heavy balls while he sucked. Little gentle touches at first, stroking, then building up to weighing them in his palm before a light tug when he had Dustin’s shaft deep in his mouth.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. More like that.”
Wes laughed because he’d had a feeling that Dustin’s balls were going to love light torture as much as his nipples. He tugged again, more deliberately now. He started a rhythm of going deep with his mouth and little pulls at Dustin’s balls until Dustin was moaning with each pass.
“Stop. Please stop. Don’t wanna shoot.”
“You won’t.” Wes released his dick with a lewd plop. He skated his fingers down behind Dustin’s balls. “Tell me how you usually fuck yourself.”
He didn’t ask if Dustin did it—they’d danced around the subject enough in chat that he was pretty sure he did.
“Not dry. There’s lotion in the drawer in the table behind you.” Dustin sounded more than a little breathless. “But not too...ah...gentle.”
“Yeah? You like it rough, baby?”
“A little.” Dustin’s flush this time started with his chest, worked its way up to his cheeks.
“You have a favorite toy you want me to use, or you like my fingers?”
“Fingers. Fuck. Please.”
“Love it when you beg.” Wes found the lotion. “This how you fantasize about getting fucked? Hands bound, me in charge? Not too gentle?”
“Fuck. Yes. All that.” Dustin started to strain toward Wes, then seemed to remember his orders, clamping down on his body to not move, but he still vibrated with energy.
“Good. So good for me,” Wes praised before resuming sucking Dustin, using his now slippery fingers to trace Dustin’s crack. Dustin moaned eagerly, but didn’t move as Wes circled his rim. Wanting to watch Dustin’s face, he released his cock as he slowly pushed a finger in. Dustin’s eyes fell shut, head tipping back, mouth parted with a silent moan. Fuck. He was perfection.
Remembering what Dustin had said about not being too gentle, he got a second finger in after only a few thrusts.
“Like that?” Wes asked as he curved his fingers, seeking Dustin’s gland.
“Oh fuck yes.” Dustin’s voice rose in pitch, even as his body stayed planted in place.