Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I’m clinging to his wet body to prevent myself from becoming a snake’s afternoon snack. I’d much rather be Stefan’s.
His fingers grip the button of my shorts. My eyes flash open. He can’t be serious. “Stefan,” I get out between two kisses.
“Let it happen,” he breathes against my lips.
“Stefan.”
Then my shorts pop open. The zipper, already under so much pressure from his hand sliding in, literally unzips itself.
He makes a discovery and grins. “You’re free-balling it.”
“Stefan. We shouldn’t do this.”
“You learned from the best,” he whispers, then grabs my cock.
And now I have Stefan cupping my hard, swelling cock with all five of his powerful fingers, firmly clasping my junk like the metal claw in an arcade claw crane game.
I can’t help but groan and continue clinging to his body, all my protests swallowed. He keeps kissing me, not giving a shit in the world what he’s doing to me up here above the world.
Yeah, I know we’re just a few feet off the ground, but when Stefan’s lips are on mine, I feel like I’m floating in the sky.
He grips my cock firmly and strokes. Because of the pre-cum he’s already milked out of me through my shorts, his hand enjoys a slick ride up and down my cock as many times as it wants—a ride that I have to be enjoying a thousand times more than him.
I don’t realize I’m moaning until another of his firm kisses shuts me the hell up, swallowing all my emissions of pleasure.
With every stroke he gives my cock, another of my worries turns into just something else that’s turning me on right now. The precarious position of being balanced on a tree branch suddenly becomes erotic, like we’re being dangerous. Also, being out in the open makes me feel like a total bad boy with Stefan being my accomplice. And let’s not forget our slithery friend down there who’s probably hungry. Or dead.
With his lips still locked on mine, I catch a glimpse of his own crotch in those loose cargo shorts he wore today. Even with them being loose, I see him tenting them.
I press a hand to him just as fast as he did to me. He grunts, enjoying it for exactly two seconds before swatting it away. “You,” he growls.
“Me?”
“This is all about you.” He gives my bottom lip a little nip. “I’m far from finished.”
Well, that couldn’t be less true if how close I already am is any indication. “Better slow your pace there then, cowboy.”
“I thought my nickname was bromo.”
“Your nickname is whatever the hell you want it to be. I’m gonna spill all over you no matter what you’re called.”
He grins and goes for the kiss again, devouring me.
No, his pace doesn’t slow down at all.
Between him kissing me and his firm, consistent stroke on my cock, I can’t catch a damned breath. My toes curl and I squirm so much that one of my shoes somehow comes loose, dropping to the ground below. The left one, if you cared to know.
I sure as hell don’t seem to care, humping the air as Stefan continues to relentlessly stroke my slick, throbbing cock.
It grows so sensitive that I can’t tell if my squirming and my incessant humping is my trying to enjoy it or trying to get away from his jacking of my cock.
I can’t go anywhere if I tried.
I’m glued to the pleasure he’s forcing me to enjoy.
And his mouth competes to torment me worse than the slick, swiftly paced hand job already is. His kiss makes me forget that I’ve ever been kissed before. I don’t know what anyone else in the whole world tastes like, feels like, smells like. Stefan transports me to a time before anyone’s lips touched my own. I feel naked and vulnerable and pure.
And his. Totally and completely his.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan.
He pulls away from my mouth and brings his lips to my ear. “Not yet,” he whispers, then bites my earlobe.
Fuuuck.
I catch my hands on his shoulders suddenly, clawing into him while I groan, my face nuzzled in his neck as I paint it with kisses in my frustration. I’m not just close; I’m there, and he won’t let me spill over the edge.
In a matter of seconds, the choice is going to be out of either of our hands.
My hands slide down his chest and, by accident, happen on his nipples. Driven by my madness and complete impulse, I pinch both of his nipples hard.
Stefan stops jerking me at once and—deeply and gutturally—emits a desperate whimper. It’s a sound I have never heard from him before.
I pull my head back and stare at him, surprised.
He eyes me, scowling. It’s probably the hottest scowl I have ever seen in my life.
Like a test, I give his nipples another pinch and apply a little twist.