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)
Found it. Wes laughed before licking Dustin’s shaft with broad strokes. “You ever come just from fucking yourself?”
“No.” Dustin gasped the word like a prayer.
“You want my mouth?”
“Fuck.” Dustin started to rock, then same as before, somehow stopped himself. “Yes.”
“Tell you what.” Wes kept his voice calm, used-car salesman nice as he fucked Dustin hard and fast with his fingers. Dustin’s ass was hot and almost painfully tight and sexy as fuck. “I’m fixing to let you come soon.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Dustin chanted, voice pained.
“I’m going to suck you deep, and you’re going to come, but you move—even an inch—and I’m gonna stop, and you’re gonna have to figure out how to come on nothing but my fingers.”
“I’ll be good,” Dustin promised.
“I know you will.” Wes scissored his fingers, loving how that made Dustin groan. God, he was made for fucking, so sensitive and responsive. And this power was like a drug, so rich and heady, knowing he had Dustin completely at his mercy. It was everything he’d needed after a shit day, being able to watch Dustin come apart on nothing more than his fingers and his voice. “Get ready. You’re not getting a second chance.”
“Ready.” Sweat dripped down Dustin’s face. “Fuck. Your fingers...”
“Yeah? You like getting fucked?”
“Fuck me. Please.” Dustin panted. “I need to come. You can fuck me. Just...please.”
Oh yeah, that was the begging Wes needed. “Now.” He dipped his head, taking Dustin’s cock fast and deep, sucking hard.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck.” The need to thrust was practically rolling off Dustin in waves as he chanted. He strained at his wrist bindings, but didn’t pull loose. Instead he planted his feet against the rug, the tension in his big thighs so intense that Wes could feel them clenching as Dustin fought the need to move, to meet Wes’s mouth.
Wes rewarded his restraint with hard pulls of his mouth and deep fucking from his fingers, nailing Dustin’s gland over and over.
“Oh my God.” Dustin’s voice broke into a sob as the first spurt hit the back of Wes’s throat. “Wes.”
Wes hummed his approval as he sucked Dustin through it, withdrawing his fingers before it could get painful.
“Oh my God,” Dustin repeated as he collapsed back against the couch. His big body shook over and over.
“I’ve got you. You did good.” Wes patted his thighs.
“I had no idea I could do that holding still. Fuck, man. You’re...we’re...fuck. That was incredible.”
“Yeah, it was.” Wes unzipped, finally giving his cock some of the attention it had been clamoring for. Knees protesting, he rose to sprawl next to Dustin on the couch.
Dustin gave him an eager once-over, so grabbing Dustin’s still-bound hands, he brought them to his cock. “Finish it.”
“Sure you don’t want my mouth?” Dustin started an awkward jerk that was sexier for its fumbling, knowing that Dustin’s motion was limited, that he’d given that control to Wes.
“I’m sure,” Wes groaned. “Not gonna take much, you all bound for me and fucked out.”
“I am. Boneless. God, I still feel it in my ass...” Dustin leaned in for a sloppy kiss, stroking Wes with his clasped hands. It was the kiss that got Wes up against the edge—so sweet and grateful, full of wonder and eagerness.
“Faster,” he ordered when Dustin pulled back. “And kiss me again.”
Dustin whimpered like he was the one about to come, desperation leaching into his kiss as he stroked Wes hard and fast. “Come for me. Please. Give me your come.”
“Oh yeah, baby. All for you.” Wes’s head fell back, losing the kiss, as pleasure swamped him. The T-shirt around Dustin’s wrists dragged against his balls, a constant reminder of Dustin’s submission that made his body thrum with need. “That’s it. Get me there.”
The orgasm hit like a flash-bang—all bright light and intense, loud sensation, scrapping his ability to know where he was, to control himself. Gasping, his hand joined Dustin’s, stroking through the last of it.
“Fuck. Just watching you come is almost enough to get me hard again.” Dustin laughed. Come coated his hands and dripped down onto the T-shirt.
Wes unbound his hands, using the shirt to mop them both up. “Hope that wasn’t your favorite shirt.”
“It is now,” Dustin said reverently, pulling him in for a slow kiss. “Fuck. Why does that feel so good? You tying me up and bossing me around?”
“Not sure. But, God, I love that you let me.” Wes snuggled in against him, not objecting when Dustin’s arms came around him to hold him close.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever told about this stuff,” Dustin whispered. “Just you. But you’ve probably done lots of this...play.”
“No.” Wes could match him honesty for honesty. “Not really. You’re the first guy who’s really let me go there, who’s wanted that from me. But I love it when you give me control like that.”
The Joe4Joe app had been the first time he’d been able to admit that he liked being this dominant, and chatting with Dustin had opened up a whole new side to himself, uncovering new kinks every time they chatted.